Lu Ying cupped his hands and replied, "You flatter me, Master. It is the younger generation paying respect to the elder. How could it be considered a grand arrival?"
The Taoist Master Jiang Xin chuckled in response, his wrist never ceasing motion. Before long, three bowls of tea were served, the liquid dark green with a gentle froth—a truly excellent brew.
Yin Weiyin accepted the bowl, gazing toward the observation window facing the opera stage. He remarked, "It seems we arrived a step too late and missed a performance."
Jiang Xin stroked his beard, his expression tinged with reminiscing regret. He sighed deeply, "Indeed so. Just now, the lady singer performed 'Si Fan'… her singing truly pierced the soul, tearing out this old one's heart. It made me yearn to elope with her! Men dread nightly escapades, women dread 'Si Fan'; and she… her singing was exquisite beyond measure!"
