"I am Can Ku, the one who presides over this pavilion. Fellow Daoist, I have already learned a bit about your intentions through Manager Zhang's Sound Transmission Talisman. However, this is not the place for such discussions. How about following me to the hall for a more detailed conversation?" The plump elder clasped his large, fleshy hands together, speaking with extreme politeness.
On his ten fingers, each bore a ring of distinctly different designs—some dazzlingly radiant, stabbing at the eyes with brilliance, while others were dull and unremarkable, ancient and rustic, an extraordinary sight indeed.
"Of course, I have no objections. However, may I inquire as to this master's name?" Han Li swept a glance at the rings on the elder's hands, nodded lightly, but then shifted his gaze toward a monk standing beside Can Ku, posing his question in a calm and composed manner.
