Outside the room.
Once the attendant had shown them in, he departed.
Wang Zhiyuan strode in with purpose.
"This is my son, Wang Zhiyuan."
"Zhiyuan, come and greet the Immortal Master!"
Wang Zhiwen quickly rose, pulling Wang Zhiyuan over. His face wreathed in smiles, he looked toward Songling Zi, who was seated to the side.
Wang Zhiyuan's expression shifted as his gaze fell upon Songling Zi. He then bowed slightly and spoke with reverence.
"Wang Zhiyuan pays his respects to the Immortal Master!"
Songling Zi raised his eyes and looked Wang Zhiyuan up and down. A trace of approval and amazement flashed in his eyes before he stroked his beard and smiled.
"Excellent, excellent! A constitution of jade, with every meridian attuned to the spiritual. You truly have the perfect foundation for Cultivation!"
Though Songling Zi spoke these words, his heart was in turmoil.
