Zhao Changhe was dumbfounded for a moment before managing to blurt out, “So your name is also Wang Daozhong…”5

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, not only did Wang Daozhong’s mouth hang open in surprise, but even the surrounding Daoist priests turned their heads away, their shoulders shaking with their suppressed laughter. Some of the younger Daoists could not help but burst out into giggles.1

Meanwhile, underneath her mask, Vermillion Bird’s face was involuntarily twitching with amusement.0

The atmosphere in the Daoist temple seemed to change abruptly, and Wang Daozhong, who had clearly been intending to question and trouble the Daoists due to the presence of someone from the Four Idols Cult, had completely lost his imposing demeanor. Even he could not help but feel a bit awkward, saying, “So, your name is really Wang Daozhong? And you’re also from the Wang Clan of Langya? Which branch are you from? I don’t remember the Wang Clan having branches in Zhao Village.”0

“Ahem…” Zhao Changhe finally cleared his throat after a long pause. “Well… Ahem, it seems that I misspoke. What I meant to say was that it was you, senior, who played a significant part in dealing with the barbarian! I merely relied on your reputation. The mere threat of your...0