Breaking Apart the Mystic Cultivation

"Fellow Daoist." The moment Yun Heng entered the room, he bowed to Yi Qing. He looked extremely excited. "I apologize for interrupting - please forgive me."

Yi Qing faced him. He had guessed that Yun Heng would pay them a visit, but he did not think that he would arrive this early. It looked like he really was outstanding among the other Mystic cultivators. "Master Yun Tian, please don't stand on ceremony. Take a seat." Yi Qing gestured to Yun Heng to sit down. It was timely - there were some things that Yi Qing wanted to confirm with him.

"Fellow Daoist, please call me Yun Heng," Yun Heng said more politely. There was respect in the way Yun Heng looked at Yi Qing. "How should I address you, Fellow Daoist?"

"Yi Qing," Yi Qing replied. He turned to look behind him. "This is my master, Shen Ying."