Silently concealing his presence, Jingsheng stealthily trailed the Grand Preceptor's son. To his astonishment, the young man did not venture far, but instead headed directly home. Intrigued, Jingsheng maintained his pursuit, eventually observing the son enter the Grand Preceptor's chambers. With measured steps, he entered the room and discreetly handed his father, the esteemed Grand Preceptor, a small palm-sized package retrieved from his pocket.
The moment the Grand Preceptor's eyes caught sight of the package, they intensified, glowing a vivid red as if ignited by an inner fire. With a fervent eagerness, he swiftly snatched the parcel from his son's outstretched hand and hastily tore it open. Within the confines of the wrapping lay a quantity of finely powdered substance, its hue a rich shade of brown. The Grand Preceptor's hands trembled as he wasted no time pouring the contents into his open mouth, consumed by an urgent desire.
