Nie Family.
In a purple-red room filled with the searing aura of flames, an old man sat cross-legged on a Meditation Cushion. The cushion was scarlet, with runes flowing over it, and each rune slowly seeped into the old man's body, circulating a round of qi, then exhaled by the old man.
The old man appeared frail, as if his entire body had no flesh, only skin, like withered grass, skin stretched over bones. His eyes were sunken very deep, giving a skeletal impression.
Suddenly.
The old man opened his eyes and glanced at the closed door, saying, "Come in."
Creak.
Upon receiving permission, the door slowly opened, and a young man walked in with utmost respect.
"Sit." The old man was not surprised by the young man's arrival. He pointed to the ground beside him.
