The wall of the Master stands several Ren high; one cannot find its gate and enter.
Once entered, one would step into the hall.
Jiang Shouyi set down his teacup and saw Wang Anfeng already rising to put the ancient guqin back in its place. He raised his hand in a gentle pressing motion and, watching the youth stop, smiled and said,
"Since you have entered, this guqin is now a gift for you, Anfeng."
"Though it is not among those famed for roaring dragons and phoenix cries, it was handcrafted by a good friend of mine. It lacks a certain craftsmanship found in ordinary artisans' works, which suits you perfectly."
"How about it, do you not wish to accept it?"
Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned upon hearing this.
In the present-day Confucian School, which educates the world, students refer to their teachers as Mister and those who are older and virtuous as Master.
