C251 Master is tricky

Heng Jizi was seated cross-legged on a wide armchair, both of his hands in the shape of spirit seals, as though he was meditating, but he could not help but occasionally open his eyes to look at the young man in front of him.

The young man wore a white daoist robe, and his hair was combed meticulously. He was a clean and clean person, with delicate and elegant features