The ceremony ended.
The young Taoist had many questions he wanted to ask. He turned his head to look at his master, only to find a strange flush appearing on his master's face.
This master of his was literally both a teacher and a father to him.
All along, his master had been indifferent and carefree in front of him, like the portraits of the ancestors hanging on the wall.
For the first time, he felt such a clear sense of the mundane in his master.
"Master, which Dragon King is he?"
The young Taoist, still young, wasn't fond of flipping through the scriptures in his family's Taoist temple's Scripture Pavilion, preferring to read the more story-driven accounts.
In many stories, "Dragon King" is mentioned, and he once marveled at how this "Dragon King" lived so long, with records of him suppressing strong evils in every dynasty and era.
Later, he learned from his master that Dragon King is a title, not self-assigned, but recognized by the Heavenly Dao.
