When Master Fubo arrived at the Sect Leader's residence, he knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," the Sect Leader's stern voice commanded from within.
"Yes, Sect Leader." Master Fubo stepped inside with a bow.
"What is it?"
The room was simple and uncluttered, an aesthetic befitting a Taoist. At its center, seated on a modest cushion, was a man whose serene expression carried a sharpness reminiscent of Eryke's own demeanor.
But, in contrast to that tranquil bearing, his body was powerfully built, and his shoulder-length crimson hair gave him an imposing presence.
"Do you know about the Guest Elder we invited not too long ago?" Master Fubo asked, lowering his head.
"Yes?" The Sect Leader queried.
"He… he seems capable of using healing martial arts, even though he possesses a Sword Will," Master Fubo said, carefully observing the Sect Leader from the corner of his eye.
