Wang Chen kept himself still.
Not the stillness of someone frozen by uncertainty — the deliberate, cultivated stillness of someone who has made a conscious decision about how much of themselves to reveal and is honoring that decision with every step. He moved behind the Peak Master with the patient, unhurried quality of a person who has nowhere pressing to be and nothing in particular to prove, his gaze drifting across the surroundings with the mild, appreciative attention of a traveler encountering scenery for the first time.
It was a performance, and it was a careful one.
