After a few moments of silence, an elder quietly appeared behind Qin Fei, about fifty or sixty years old, dressed in a Taoist robe, with a gentle face. With a sweep of his horsetail whisk, he smiled slightly at Wang Anfeng and said:
"Since the young layman has invited me, how could I not show myself without being impolite?"
Zhao Xiujie looked stunned, and Qin Fei, who had been sitting, was taken aback, his eyes momentarily brightened. He abruptly stood up with his hands held in a disciple's salute, but before he could bow, the Taoist lifted his hand to stop him. Unable to continue his bow, the old man chuckled and shook his head, then turned to Wang Anfeng and spoke:
"I am Xuan Chengzi, the young layman is courteous."
Wang Anfeng clasped his fists and said:
"I did not realize it was an elder. For any neglect, please forgive me, please take a seat."