Today, he was not wearing his usual moon-white scholar's robe, but instead donned a simple gray-white hemp garment, which diminished some of his dignity as a Semi-Saint powerhouse and instead added a gentle, approachable elder-next-door quality.
But Gu Sheng's mind was as clear as a mirror, already seeing through the seemingly serious exterior of this "Uncle Mingjing," hiding an inner self not quite as "steady," somewhat similar to his child, Tantai Bingyu.
Gu Sheng slowly got up, with a faint, elusive smile on his face, speaking with an implied meaning.
"However, Uncle Mingjing, this is after all the Ten Thousand Treasures Hall of the Tantai Family. If other Holy Realm beings could so easily sneak into the younger generation's room... if word got out, it might not look good for the Tantai Family's reputation, would it?"
He paused, his tone filled with certainty.
"Of course, I trust that such a thing would never happen."
