I used to think that since Master Hong spoke so highly of him, this Taoist Master Dong must be quite elderly. Even if he wasn't frail and decrepit, he should at least be over fifty.
Instead, the slightly aged voice I had imagined never came. Instead, a voice full of vitality called out, "Come in."
I pushed open the door to find a very ordinary, completely modern interior. Aside from an altar facing the door where the Three Pure Ones were enshrined, there was only a middle-aged Taoist priest meditating on a straw cushion.
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