In a cool, well-ventilated small room, Hong Yuan sat quietly, enjoying the refreshing air as he awaited instructions from his Senior Brother Zhu Wushang.
Senior Brother Zhu Wushang had brought him into the small room a while ago. However, Hong Yuan had no idea what his senior brother was hesitant about; he looked like he had something to say but was struggling with whether or not to voice it.
TAP, TAP.
Zhu Wushang sat in a wicker chair, tapping the desk with one hand, lost in thought. The gray and white teacup on the mahogany desk shook with the tapping, yet not a single drop of the full cup of tea spilled.
After a long while, Zhu Wushang spoke.
"Yuan, how old do you think Master is?"
