When Wang Zhifan stepped through the ink portal before him, he found himself in what appeared to be a humble cottage.
The interior space was not very spacious, nor was it adorned with any elaborate decorations, yet it imparted a particularly simple and steady feeling, as if he had arrived at a familial home that calmed the innermost parts of his being.
"Young friend, my humble abode is simple, please feel free to find a chair and sit down."
A teacher with gray-white long hair was currently sitting on a simple wooden stool, bent over a desk that looked even more simplistic and worn, holding a brush in his right hand, writing something on a scroll of yellow cloth.
Before the just-arrived Wang Zhifan could greet him, the teacher slightly raised his head and spoke to him in a calm tone.
"Thank you, sir... I wonder what important matter you have summoned me for?"
