An elderly man sat motionless in the guest seat of the grand hall within the government office of the Zhi Ge Division, his posture steady and upright, resembling an immovable mountain.
In scholarly circles, there's a saying: "Words reveal the face." In Jianghu, there's a similar belief: one's martial arts prowess can often be discerned from their posture while seated. The greater the mastery, the more they resemble a towering mountain—sitting with unwavering composure, radiating an aura that even transcends worldly concerns, akin to being lost in profound stillness.
Thus, many elders in families demand proper posture from their children, instilling in them the pursuit of calmness in demeanor—to remain unshaken even as Mount Tai collapses before them. The reasoning lies precisely within this principle.
It is worth noting that while there are indeed frivolous masters in the world, those who are frivolous rarely achieve true mastery.
"Who is this?" Chen Yi couldn't help but ask.
