"Young friend Hong Yu, may we meet?"
The man stood in the small courtyard, hands clasped behind his back, a calm and gentle air about him.
His arrival was utterly bizarre—one might even call it mystical!
His feet never touched the ground, constantly hovering half a foot in the air. Yet despite his ethereal drift, he projected a sense of profound weight, as if connected to the very earth itself.
The sight of his back was like that of a towering mountain peak, yet when you saw his face and its gentle smile, you felt as if you were looking at a kindly uncle from next door.
This strange combination of impressions merged seamlessly within one person, creating no sense of incongruity whatsoever.
"CREAK!"
The door opened softly. Hong Yu squinted, sizing up the visitor before bowing respectfully. "This junior, Hong Yu, greets you, Senior!"
Though he did his best to appear calm, he could not conceal his inner turmoil.
