Yin Dongfeng's expression was anxious, his steps hurried, and without even knocking, he barged directly into his father Yin Haoran's meditation room.
Yin Haoran was dressed in a long robe, sitting cross-legged on a cushion, calmly threading a string of small-leaf red sandalwood prayer beads through his fingers, silently reciting scriptures.
The ancient bronze incense burner beside him wafted trails of smoke, adding a sense of tranquility to the room.
Yin Haoran had spent an extra hour on his "homework" today, feeling his entire being transported to a more serene state.
Just as he was contentedly reaping the benefits of his practice, Yin Dongfeng burst in!
"What's the matter, to be in such a fluster?" Yin Haoran frowned slightly and chided softly.
When he was contemplating life and refining his spiritual nature, he did not want to be disturbed.
