The familiar mahogany table, the familiar Taishi chair, along with a familiar teapot, and a refined fragrance of tea.
Zi Xuan Hermit, clad in a purple robe, still wore an indifferent expression as he looked at Lin Shiming.
At this moment, Lin Shiming's eyes brimmed with sorrow, his attire a simple white robe.
However, he did not present himself with an air of holding a spirit coffin or wearing a mourning hat.
Some matters are better if stopped at the right moment.
If the Zi Xuan Hermit paid attention, he would naturally notice, and the fact that he sent an avatar to meet him upon his arrival had already signified many things.
"Master!" Lin Shiming paid his respects as a disciple, still extremely reverent and courteous.
The Zi Xuan Hermit nodded in response.
"Shiming, I am fully aware of your situation, including Xianzhi's matter," the hermit said.
