Shen Luo was thinking about it in his mind, but he didn't hesitate and nodded in agreement.
The maid took him into the mansion and soon arrived outside a tall courtyard.
"This is it, sir, please come in, I'll take my leave now." The maid bowed and quickly left.
Shen Luo took a look inside and saw a tall main hall in the courtyard with two people vaguely standing inside.
"Who is the other one?" He frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed and walked into the hall.
One of the two people in the hall was Cheng Yaojin, and the other was a young Taoist priest holding a snow-white whisk and smiling.
The Taoist priest was originally chatting and joking with Cheng Yaojin, but when he saw Shen Luo come in, he turned his head and looked over.
For some reason, Shen Luo's mind suddenly started to frighten him, as if he was seen through by someone. His hands and feet trembled uncontrollably and he stood there in a daze.
"Haha, this must be Mr. Shen, right? Come to think of it, we have met once." The young Taoist nodded to Shen Luo with a smile.
Shen Luo came back to his senses when he heard the voice, and the voice sounded very familiar.
"Are you Yuan Tiangang, the Imperial Master?"
The voice of this young Taoist priest is exactly the same as the voice of the girl named Li on the banks of the River Styx in the underworld.
“Yes, I am Yuan Tiangang. I had a hurried farewell with you on the bank of the Styx last time and didn’t have time to introduce myself to you. Please forgive me, ahem…” Yuan Tiangang raised one hand and saluted, then suddenly coughed a few times, as if he was ill.
"I dare not. You are too polite, Your Excellency the Imperial Master." Shen Luo hurriedly returned the greeting and lowered his eyes.
In his dream, his cultivation had reached the realm of true immortal, and his vision was sharp. The Yuan Tiangang in front of him gave him the feeling that he was extremely unfathomable, like a boundless ocean, seemingly calm but actually bottomless.
He had seen many masters, but whether it was Cheng Yaojin, Master Huangmu, the Dragon King of Jinghe River, or even the Dragon King of the East China Sea in his dreams, none of them seemed as terrifying as Yuan Tiangang.
For some reason, Shen Luo felt a little uneasy when this person appeared here.
With Yuan Tiangang's extraordinary spiritual power and his presence in Cheng Mansion, I wonder if he has noticed the existence of the jade pillow and the phantom of the Heavenly Book.
"I am here to visit the Cheng residence today. I am also a guest, so there is no need to be so polite, Mr. Shen." Yuan Tiangang said with a smile.
"Okay, you two, stop being so polite. Boy Shen, I called you here today because the Two Yuan True Water you requested earlier has arrived." Cheng Yaojin interrupted the two.
When Shen Luo heard this, he didn't bother to guess what Yuan Tiangang was thinking and a look of joy appeared on his face.
The Tang government had previously promised to give him some binary true water, but because of the ghost plague in Chang'an, the matter had been shelved and he almost forgot about it.
As Cheng Yaojin spoke, he took out a half-foot-tall silver jade bottle and handed it over.
Shen Luo hurriedly took it with both hands. The jade bottle looked small, but it weighed hundreds of pounds. He secretly used his magic power to hold it up.
He silently used his spiritual sense to probe into the bottle and felt delighted again.
The jade bottle was actually filled with binary true water, which was several times more than the binary true water he had previously obtained from Chen Gang.
"Thank you very much for your generous gift, Your Excellency the Duke." Shen Luo put the jade bottle away and clasped his fists in thanks.
With so much binary true water, he was confident that he could practice the nameless technique to the peak of the Soul Condensation Stage in a short period of time.