Zheng Fa couldn't help but admit that he was somewhat judgmental based on appearances.
From the moment he first saw Tang Mudao, he actually didn't feel much—one way or the other. It had nothing to do with beauty or ugliness, just like Old Man Bai's appearance, which was far from handsome.
It's just that Zheng Fa preferred to be close to simpler folks.
And Tang Mudao...
The man always wore a smile on his face, and when he looked eye to eye with Zheng Fa, the measure was just right—showing neither disregard for Zheng Fa's youth nor the curiosity of someone peering around.
This, of course, wasn't a bad thing, it just wasn't what Zheng Fa imagined a scholar would be like.
"Mu Dao, what's the deal with these truckloads of equipment?"
"Well, you know, Old Bai, that I'm the chairman of some Daoist association abroad," Tang Mudao explained, "We have some collaborations with the companies that make these devices..."
He gestured towards the exterior of the nursing home.
