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CH 60

“It’s also true that experts like you are busy, all very busy.” The middle-aged driver nodded repeatedly.

Considering that Grandpa Wu will have to exert himself physically later that night, he fell asleep directly against the back of his seat. He blamed that old fellow, Gu Rufeng, for depriving him two days of game time. Hence, he stayed up all night last night to enhance his equipment, and so right then he was terribly sleepy.

Because Grandpa Wu was sleeping the whole journey, the driver was afraid of accidentally waking him up, so he drove slower than usual on the way. When they arrived at White Mountain, it was almost seven o’clock in the evening.

The driver not only did not charge Grandpa Wu for the fare, but also took the initiative to help him book a room to thank him for his promise to help him obtain a Peace Talisman.

When Grandpa Wu was young, he was also a man who had seen the world (used to being flattered). Without any hesitation, he took the room card handed over by the middle-aged driver and went to the room with a flourish.

When the middle-aged driver behind him saw Grandpa Wu’s behavior, his confidence that Grandpa Wu could get a Peace Talisman was reinforced. An expert, ah, he’s worthy of being an expert. Don’t all experts behave in this manner?

Grandpa Wu first ate his dinner in the room. Seeing that the clock had struck eight o’clock, he then carried his black hiking bag out of the hotel and walked all the way to the mountain top of the White Mountain Sect.

When he reached the entrance of the White Mountain Sect, Grandpa Wu looked at the imposing Chinese-style garden that only appeared on TV and sighed: “Tsk, tsk, it seems they have earned a lot of money.”

“Knock, knock.” Grandpa Wu went forward and knocked on the door.

“Creak~” With the sound of the door opening, a young man in a Chinese tunic opened the door. He impatiently took a look at Grandpa Wu in front of the door and chided snappily, “It’s already closed. Come back tomorrow if you want a Peace Talisman.”

What temper did Grandpa Wu have? No one but his granddaughter would dare to talk to him like that.

Grandpa Wu’s eyes narrowed into slits. He raised his foot and threw a kick. With only a resounding ‘boom’, the two meters high wooden door crashed to the ground with a bang.

The young disciple, standing in the middle of the door, was terrified, his face turned white. He stared at Grandpa Wu with eyes full of fear: “You…you…you …”

“Is that old fellow, Gu Rufeng, here?” Grandpa Wu pushed the frightened young disciple aside and strode in through the large wooden door that he had kicked down. When he stepped on it, a loud crack sounded.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s wrong?”

When the White Mountain Sect disciples, who heard the loud noise, ran out and saw the gate that collapsed to the ground, each stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

“How did the gate fall down?” The crowd sought to ask the young disciple at the door, but unfortunately, the young disciple still hadn’t recovered from the shock.

“What’s all this noise?” A middle-aged man dressed in a long green robe came out of the house.

“Master.”

“Martial Uncle.”

The young disciples in the courtyard bowed to the middle-aged man.

“Li Ye, what happened to the gate?” the middle-aged man asked the young disciple who first opened the door.

“Master, he-he-he kicked it down.” You could say Li Ye had finally regained his senses. He stretched his hand and pointed to the hall, and reported restlessly.

Everybody turned to look, and then they found that there was a man sitting on the main seat of the audience hall of their clan’s door somehow…The very fashionable elderly man was now sipping his tea with aplomb.