Leng Qianhu—no, that should be Leng Wanhu now. He had changed a great deal. Before, though his demeanor was cold, he seemed to burn with an inner fire, a fire that drove him to plead for the common people. Now, he was outwardly enthusiastic, but his spiritual consciousness was as cold as an ice cellar.
He was no longer dressed in his former simple, practical attire, but in the robes of a Third-Grade Military Officer. On his head was an imperially bestowed golden crown, and the golden medallion of the Commander of the Imperial Guard hanging from his waist was dazzlingly bright.
Wang Ping received Leng Wanhu at the entrance to the Mountain Peak Dojo. A young servant followed by Leng Kezhen's side. While still more than ten steps away from Wang Ping, he bowed deeply in greeting. "This humble one, Leng Kezhen, pays his respects to Daoist Changqing. Boundless blessings upon you, Daoist."
As he bowed, he presented a formal calling card.
