Zhang Yan chuckled and said, "What's this? Could it be that the sect rules stipulate I cannot linger here?"
The Deacon Daoist choked on his words momentarily and stammered, "There's no such rule..."
Zhang Yan smiled again. "Since that's the case, my staying here harms no one. Brother, you may leave."
The Deacon Daoist felt something was amiss but, after pondering for a while, couldn't come up with a rebuttal. After a lengthy pause, he squeezed out a response: "If Senior Brother insists on being obstinate, I shall report this matter to the masters."
Zhang Yan flicked his sleeve, sending forth a gust of clear wind. "As you please."
The Deacon Daoist was left with no choice and descended his cloud in frustration.
