The suppression of Divine Soul dissipated, and Duan Rong's body had returned to normal. He cupped his hands and said, "Greetings, Senior!"
Lin Youjian looked at Duan Rong's obedient demeanor, nodded slightly, and said, "Your talent is good, just your appearance is a bit lacking."
Duan Rong was slightly taken aback and tugged at the corner of his mouth; he hadn't expected this stern-faced female Elder to start evaluating his looks right at their first meeting.
Under the veil, Jiang Hanyan apparently looked at Duan Rong with interest and smiled faintly.
She stood up, cupped her hands towards Lin Youjian, and said: "Master."
"Hanyan, stand aside and watch closely," Lin Youjian said, then sat cross-legged in front of the black ancient zither that Jiang Hanyan had placed on the altar.
Lin Youjian's fingers hovered above the zither, steady as a rock, fluid as water. This was Duan Rong's true feeling at the moment; he didn't know why those fingers gave him such an unusual sensation.
