Bai Yuan cupped his fists. "Greetings, Daoist Shi."
Shi Yan said, "Xiaobai, no need to be so formal. Just call me Brother Shi."
"...Brother Shi. Oh, and Brother Shi, could you call me by a different name? How about Ah Yuan?"
"Sure, Ah Yuan."
Only then did Bai Yuan step into the small courtyard.
He had always called Yue Xiaobai "Xiaobai," and he couldn't have two Xiaobais in the same courtyard.
Shi Yan had the air of a celestial Daoist, but unexpectedly, he was the type who got familiar with people right away.
He spoke like a torrent, going on and on.
Bai Yuan and Yue Xiaobai couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Bai Yuan finally understood why Yue Xiaobai had a desperate, pleading look on his face when he'd arrived at the courtyard gate.
Shi Yan looked at Bai Yuan and Yue Xiaobai and sighed deeply. "Ah, it's good to be young. It's just a shame I broke through too quickly, otherwise I would've definitely had a grand battle with Ah Yuan."
