Teachers at Long Yan Academy are also hierarchical, the specifics of which outsiders do not fully understand, but one thing is well known, even within Long Yan Academy, the Holy Dragon Masters hold a suprely prestigious status.
No wonder that guard was so excited, Mu Nan and others were so out of sorts, even Qu Shanling subconsciously stood up, not daring to put on any more airs of a lofty god-man.
"The person is already here, now that’s good, no need to wait so long," Mu Hanyan, however, was the picture of tranquility, everything was in hand.
"Where is the person?" Mu Nan grabbed the guard’s hand and asked.
The guard’s voice had been too loud just now, disturbing the people in the large compound. All the rchants and custors rushed over, blocking the entrance so tightly that no water could leak through.
Every single person looked at the guard with anticipatory eyes, trembling with excitent.
"Is what you said true, do you really have all the dicinal herbs listed here?" At that mont, an old man, accompanied by a guard, strode forward.
Is this the Holy Dragon Master from Long Yan Academy? Mu Nan and the others were a bit skeptical.
The old man looked quite advanced in years but had the face of a youth, defying anyone to discern his actual age. This point could very well serve to confirm his identity rather than serve as a reason for doubt. The key issue was that his attire was too simple: an ordinary hemp robe patched here and there, below a pair of straw sandals with frayed hemp cords haphazardly knotted around his feet. He looked more like a country farr than anything close to the Holy Dragon Masters that everyone had in mind.
Well, it’s true that reclusive experts sotis take pleasure in worldly matters, perhaps he’s just of that inclination. Still, a true master should carry a certain dignity, but with his anxious shouting, where was the dignity? He seed less composed than Qu the Godman.
Everyone looked at the old man with doubt, the crowd at the door even forgetting to make way.
However, what happened next left everyone shocked, and most of their doubts vanished.
As the old man moved briskly forward, he seed to generate an invisible wave surging ahead, yet so suprely gentle that everyone blocking his path was lightly nudged aside, naturally parting a pathway.
Not a single one of them stumbled, nor was there even the slightest collision among them; it was as if they had been gently lifted and set down again. The precision of that invisible force was evident.
What was most impressive was that the old man, all the while grasping the guard, anxiously inquired about dicinal herbs without so much as glancing at them, showing no sign of exerting effort.
How profound must one’s strength be to do this? Gazing at the old man, everyone’s expressions turned to one of longing.
"Indeed, they are here, indeed all of them, hahaha, didn’t expect to find them all at once, this will make things much easier," the old man had already entered the courtyard and instantly surveyed the various dicinal herbs on the shelves, rubbing his hands together and laughing with joy.
"This junior, Mu Nan, pays his respects to the elder," said Mu Nan reverently with a greeting, montarily forgetting to conceal his identity. Fortunately, everyone’s attention was on the old man, and no one noticed, or if they did, they likely thought he was too overjoyed and speaking incoherently.
A Holy Dragon Master of Long Yan Academy, for them, was not soone they could just expect to et, Mu Nan did well just to avoid stamring without even getting the na wrong.
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