Time flowed by in silence.
On this particular day.
Outside the Clear Profound Hall, immortal music lingered soft and slow, faint Spirit Light coiling in the air.
A newly advanced Dharma Master stepped into the grand hall; his figure drew in, and he bent to offer a bow:
"Qin Clan of the Southern Province, Qin Jihai, pays homage to Patriarch!"
On the Main Position of the grand hall, Chen Sheng sat quietly upon the Jade Couch; his gaze fell upon Qin Jihai, giving him a faint glance.
After a moment, he spoke slowly:
"The Qin Clan of the Southern Province… so you are Ping'an's descendant."
The young man before him had gentle brows and eyes, his bearing mild and warm; indeed, he bore a faint resemblance to his own disciple Qin Zhaoyu, who had fallen many years ago.
Qin Jihai bent even lower, his tone growing ever more respectful:
