The sound of a creaking door echoed as the wooden door of the small courtyard's thatched cottage was pulled open. An old Taoist with a youthful face, white hair, and dressed in a green robe, emerged slowly, holding a dust whisk and smilingly called out to Li Weiqi.
"Come over here."
Li Weiqi pointed to his nose, "Me?"
"Is there anyone else here?"
The old Taoist said warmly:
"There is someone called Wang Zheng, who also earned the elegant name of Black Storm among you. Are you aware of this?"
Li Weiqi quickly nodded, laughing, "He is a great hero admired by everyone, a figure who has saved countless lives. Of course, I've heard of his name."
The old Taoist's eyes held a trace of amusement.
He said gently, "Your caution is understandable. The hardship you've endured here, I am aware of... It was Wang Zheng who sent me to find you."
Li Weiqi was visibly stunned for a moment.
He quickly smiled, "How could such a great figure know someone as insignificant as me?"
