So Eun got into the room at the moment the door closed behind him. He stayed standing there for a while. Processing what he just heard from them.
"Jianyun." He heard Master Zhu's indifferent voice calling for the young man lying in the bed.
Master Zhu fetch a soaked cloth and damp it on Jianyun's chin and face. The ramble of footsteps outside died down as the servants and disciples walked away.
"I have told you to slow down already." The old man uttered, the room wafting with something from the incense burner.
Nan Jianyun opened his eyes and did not regard his Master. Master Zhu examined him once again, while the young man is looking at the ceiling.
"Master, I grind extra hard today. As you have always told me." His voice appeared as if he just intended to tell it to himself, not glancing at the old man beside him.