The night was deep, like a massive piece of black satin draping over the world. Only the campfire danced merrily like an elf breaking free from the shackles of darkness, casting mottled light and shadow all around. Elder He carried himself with a steady composure, his slow and measured steps carrying an undeniable aura of dignity. He stepped forward a few paces, fixing his gaze squarely upon Du Bufan. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, a tangled web of caution and curiosity intertwining within them like two rival serpents chasing each other. He cupped his fists slightly in a standard formal inquiry, his voice rich, mellow, and respectful: "May I ask your esteemed name? What brings you to the Feather God Sect? I hope you might enlighten us."
Du Bufan was currently lost in the enjoyment of his food. His manner of eating was thoroughly uninhibited and completely devoid of restraint. Hearing Elder He's question, he slowed his pace slightly and swiftly swallowed the food in his mouth, his brisk efficiency matching the decisive way he handled matters. A flash of satisfied amusement bloomed across the corners of his mouth, fleeting yet brilliant like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. He brushed his palms together with a casual and effortless grace, appearing entirely indifferent to such tedious formalities. Then, his clear voice rang out in the night sky like a great bronze bell, carrying a youthful exuberance and rebelliousness unique to a young man: "I am Du Bufan. …
Chapter 73