[You led Yang Su into the Founders' Hall. The hall enshrined generations of patriarchs, incense smoke curling through the air, solemn and reverent.]
[You had not stepped out of the Tomb of the Living Dead for many years.]
[When your master, Liu Jinchan, saw you, a warm smile spread across his face. Rising to his feet, he said, "Shenzhou, you're here."]
[His voice carried a touch of affection and relief.]
[Among the disciples, Lu Yu also stood and respectfully bowed to you. "Greetings, Senior Brother."]
[Perhaps because he had grown older, Lu Yu had become increasingly steady over the years, and you felt gratified.]
[The six disciples behind Lu Yu did not dare be negligent either.]
[They bowed to you one after another. "Greetings, Martial Uncle."]
[You returned their greetings with a faint smile, then took the seat below the head, with Liu Jinchan seated first.]
[Liu Jinchan's gaze lingered briefly on Yang Su's reddened eyes, and he looked puzzled.]
[He was surprised that this boy Yang Su had cried until his eyes were red.]
[Under everyone's gaze, Yang Su seemed somewhat ill at ease. He stammered, wanting to explain, yet not knowing where to begin.]
[Lu Yu's eyes sharpened. What he hated most was seeing a man cry and whimper.]
[Yang Su had possessed a little courage at first, but when Lu Yu's gaze fell on him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind you.]
[Over the years, Lu Yu had built immense prestige among the disciples. No one failed to fear his strictness.]
["Still can't learn it?"]
["It's not that your comprehension is poor. It's that you haven't been beaten enough. Come, Master will trade a few moves with you."]
["Still can't? Come, come, come. Master will give you some extra lessons."]
[Naturally, Lu Yu was