Cradling a teacup in his hands.
The middle-aged man now resumed his previous elegant demeanor.
His emotions were restrained, neither sad nor joyful, with a gentle smile on his face. The Junior Master treated him with a paternal intimacy, akin to a father with his children. All the other brothers and sisters were raised by the Junior Master, who taught them all their skills.
With his eyebrows slightly raised, the gentle smile revealed a touch of confidence, a trace of maturity. Even at his age, he still maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man, testament to his profound Taoist cultivation.
When he first returned from the East Sea, his thoughts appeared somewhat chaotic. His compassion for his fellow sect members made him feel uneasy, but this feeling quickly dissipated, replaced by calm composure, as he carefully analyzed what he saw and did along the way, contemplating how to resolve the current predicament.
