Zhu Xiaolian felt a chill in his heart and unconsciously stopped speaking.
Fortunately, the man smiled, preventing any awkwardness, and greeted him: "What business do you have, Brother?"
"I am Zhu Xiaolian, a native of Jinyang Prefecture. Seeing your extraordinary demeanor, I wished to make your acquaintance!"
Zhu Xiaolian cupped his hands in salute: "May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name?"
The man smiled and also gave his name: "My surname is Li, given name Taiyi, from Huangshan."
"Li Taiyi?"
"From Huangshan?"
Zhu Xiaolian murmured to himself, searching his memory, but found no previous knowledge of him, so he cupped his hands and continued: "Ah, it turns out to be Brother Li, my apologies!"
"Ha."
The man smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and just shifted his gaze to look at an old monk on the platform.
The old monk sat high on the platform, still reciting and expounding, completely unaware of what was happening around him.
