"Hahaha…" Everyone was looking at Cheng Dao like he was an idiot.
Cheng Dao curled his lip in disdain and muttered under his breath, "Wudang is my home to begin with, I don't need a ticket to go in and out."
Qian Xiaosheng, standing to the side, heard this and laughed. "Brother Cheng, relax, I'll buy your ticket for you."
"The hell is that supposed to mean? So you don't believe I'm from Wudang?" Cheng Dao glared wide‑eyed at Qian Xiaosheng.
Qian Xiaosheng really didn't believe he was from Wudang. Wudang did have experts, sure, but what part of Cheng Dao looked like a Daoist? He looked more like some street punk hooligan.
Seeing this, Ye Hao explained, "Qian, he really is a Disciple of Wudang."
Hearing that, Qian Xiaosheng asked doubtfully, "For real? Then doesn't that make you kind of like Wudang's grand‑teacher level figure?"
"Hehe, strictly speaking, yeah. My masters are Zhang Ruochen and Zhang Ruowu." Ye Hao smiled as he told Qian Xiaosheng who his masters were.
