Though both men wore similar Daoist Robes, there was a world of difference between them.
But having long served at Wudu Hall, the attendant had a very sharp eye.
He the Venerable's temples were gray and his flesh was withered, but his face lacked the weathered look of old age. One look was enough to tell he was worn down by manual labor, a veritable pauper steeped in the mundane.
But Jiang Yi was entirely different. His brow held a spiritual luster, and his eyes were clear and bright. He exuded a potent vitality, like a globe of warm energy, and was completely devoid of any "mortal air."
"All the various pills here at our Wudu Hall are secretly prepared according to ancient methods."
The attendant greeted them with a smile, his body half-bent as he passionately pitched his wares.
