Lu Mingshu looked down, with the eyes facing the nose and the nose facing the heart, as a form of respect when the old lady walked toward her.
She could see the walking-stick beside her feet. It remained there for quite a while before the old lady spoke up, "How's your master?"
Lu Mingshu stared blankly at her for a while. She then regained her consciousness, "Replying to the Grand Elder, master is doing well now. He has been reading, fishing, and chatting with disciples during his free time."
"It's good that he has let go," the old lady nodded.
Lu Mingshu didn't continue the conversation as she didn't know what to say.
The old lady looked into her eyes, "This old woman here has been around for more than a hundred years and has seen many talents, but your master is the only one worth mentioning. Do you know why?" She drawled.
"Disciple does not."
