Tian Ling sat calmly, his serene yet intense gaze reflecting the tension in the air. With a subtle gesture of his hand, three mats appeared on the floor, each perfectly positioned in front of him. It was a silent invitation for the Sect Master and Lian Ziyue to take their seats.
The Sect Master, a man with graying hair and a face marked by worry, approached slowly. His eyes shone with fatigue, and his posture radiated an aura of helplessness that conveyed his distress. Lian Ziyue followed silently, her expression focused as she maintained an upright posture, her gaze alert to any movement from Tian Ling. As soon as they sat down, the Master sighed heavily, breaking the silence with words laden with concern.