Entering the room, Qian Cangyi saw an old man, over sixty, sitting in a chair and smoking a pipe.
"Good morning, Elder Lu!" Wang Pan greeted, "How have you been recently?"
"Ahem, two more people have arrived?" Elder Lu, knocking the pipe, didn't answer Wang Pan's question. Instead, he glanced at Qian Cangyi and Little Drilling Wind behind him.
"Good morning, Elder Lu." Qian Cangyi stepped forward to greet him, but due to the age difference, he did not extend his hand. Given the age gap and the relationship between the two men, a greeting was sufficient.
"His name is Chang Shuo. He's a very clever young man," Wang Pan introduced Qian Cangyi.
"Oh, okay." Elder Lu squinted, looking at Qian Cangyi, nodded, and then fell silent, as if he were waiting for something.
Suddenly, an awkward silence filled the room.
