"Director Ding, you look much plumper than you do on TV..."
Looking at Ning An, who was cheerful, Ding Yizhen relaxed his expression and warmly smiled, saying:
"I've heard there's a Daoist temple in our city, where any wish made is granted. I never believed it until today, seeing the Daoist master, I feel like this truly must be an Immortal Mansion."
This wasn't flattery; it came from the bottom of Ding Yizhen's heart.
The little Daoist in front of him walked with vigor; his eyes were bright. Though his robe was a bit worn, he exuded a transcendent aura.
Having been through thick and thin for years and having met countless people, Ding Yizhen could tell at a glance that this person was not just a pretty face.
"Director Ding, with such praise, I might get cocky, hahaha."
As the two walked to the Prayer Hall, Ning An smiled at the live broadcast stream.
"Dear believers, please wait a moment; the little Daoist will be right back."