"Just when I wanted to slack off, someone comes to bother me, isn't it annoying?"
In a room filled with classical charm, the scent of ink and tea intertwined. Behind a mountain of manuscripts on the desk, an elderly man with gray hair leaned back in a lounge chair, eyes closed in rest, leisurely swaying a teacup. As he noticed someone's presence, he muttered under his breath, obviously annoyed.
"Name?" The old man inquired coldly without opening his eyes.
"You Su." The young man in black robes replied neither humbly nor overbearingly, adding, "The 'You' in wander, and the 'Su' in perilla."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu finally opened his half-closed eyes, glanced at You Su, and his gaze, which carried a subtle brilliance, turned unfriendly as he spoke:
"So, you are the new true disciple taken in by the Thirteenth Elder, You Su?"
"I am indeed." You Su bowed respectfully.
