"Greetings, Elder Yin."
As Yin Daoyan stepped into Miao Shou Garden, a young man greeted him with a cupped fist salute.
The man appeared no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in Qing Yi, gentle and refined, eliciting a natural fondness at first glance.
"Sishan! So that old thing from the Jing hall is here, where is he?"
Gao Sishan dared not be negligent and hastily replied, "Master is waiting in the inner hall."
Yin Daoyan continued forward without pause, stepping through the archway, only to see a beardless old man sitting in a Taishi Chair, savoring tea with an aura of leisure about him.
Behind the old man stood a tall and upright youth, with lively black eyes, black hair tied with a white ribbon, and a face chiseled like a blade, exuding a sword-like disposition.
"Old fool, you're not dead yet?"
Yin Daoyan's opening words upon entering the room caused Elder Jing sitting on the Taishi Chair to tremble, spilling tea.
