Zhou Heng arrived at the Pure Yang First Martial Academy and saw Jiang Tafa fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan at the entrance.
"Senior Jiang," he greeted with a cupped fist salute.
"No, no, no," Jiang Er quickly shook his head and said, "You are my employer, old man. I'm still counting on you to pay me so I can eat. Please don't call me Senior."
This Tao Lord seemed to have become more "worldly" over time, with a stronger human touch, almost as if he were truly just an old man who watched the gate and sold tickets at the Pure Yang First Martial Academy.
"Then shall I address you as Mr. Er?" Zhou Heng said with a smile.
"What Mr. do you call a gatekeeper and ticket vendor?" Jiang Er continued to shake his head, but then he seemed to reconsider and said, "Since the employer insists, just call me Old Jiang."
"Old Jiang... alright," Zhou Heng nodded and inquired in a low voice, "Old Jiang, how is the city doing recently?"