Mr. Law's mask was metallic, and the curly, voluminous wig blocked the edges of the mask, making the cold metallic luster appear as the brightness of his own skin. His body was strong and burly, and he carried a stately air with each movement, as if his sleeves were stuffed with iron blocks.
He made a knight's kneeling salute to the scholar, his iron fist smashing on the lake surface, shattering his own reflection.
His voice was deep and mellow, as though a judge was deliberately modulating his tone to convey gravity, but in fact, it was merely his natural voice.
"I'm pleased to see you again, teacher."
Mr. Law rose to his feet, reaching to straighten the brooch and collar on his chest with the meticulousness of someone meeting an important client for the first time. The codex he was holding in his hand, Mr. Law tossed aside carelessly, hitting Mr. Jing in the face.
"Isn't that the culmination of a year's work for you, Mr. Law?"
