Just at this moment, a familiar voice spread from the gate of Changchun Temple:
"Daoist Ning."
Ning An turned to look upon hearing it, and saw Elder An standing there with a smile.
However, this time Elder An was not accompanied by a wheelchair, nor by the beautiful An Xiaofu, but rather by another elderly gentleman with gray hair.
The old gentleman exuded not only an elegant scholarly aura but also a commanding presence.
"Interesting."
Ning An silently noted to himself, then welcomed the two inside.
Elder An laughed as he walked:
"Little Daoist, you're not going to mind this old man disturbing you, are you?"
Ning An laughed along and said:
"How could that be, I regard you as family."
"Please, make yourself at home."
Saying this, Ning An turned his gaze to the person behind Elder An, displaying a trace of curiosity:
"Elder, who is this?"
Elder An extended his hand to bring Elder Lin forward, lightly coughing as he introduced:
