"Yo, Grand Tutor, you're here." The old Celestial Master casually greeted her visitor without a trace of pretension. Then, with a gentle flick of the small, exquisitely shaped palm fan in her hand, she summoned a gale beneath her feet and rode it steadily onto the meditation cushion.
The elderly Grand Tutor showed no surprise at the old Celestial Master's display. His impassive face revealed only a hint of helplessness, though even more than that was his respect for her willingness to remain stationed here and safeguard Yan's peace.
"Old Celestial Master, I have brought news of Yan's recent situation. I hope we can have a proper discussion."
"Go on, go on." The old Celestial Master answered offhandedly, seeming rather short on patience. Even her tone carried the impatience of someone lacking experience or worldly knowledge.
Had others overheard the conversation between the old Celestial Master and the Grand Tutor, they would surely have mistaken it for an interaction between an indulgent old man and his spoiled descendant, raised without proper discipline.
The old Celestial Master's appearance was simply too astonishing. Though more than three hundred years old, unlike the Grand Tutor, whose hair and beard were entirely white, she looked remarkably young—pure and innocent, like a little girl whose body had yet to fully grow.
Her youthful appearance came with an equally unimposing height. If the Grand Tutor stood and compared heights with her, the old Celestial Master's head would barely reach his chest.
Of course, there was a reason she looked so young. She was Yan's strongest and most gifted Celestial Master in centuries, suppressing giant beasts within and fending off evil demons without. With no suitable successor to be found for a time, she had used a secret Originium art to prolong her life and hold up