The Art of Concealing

"Ruo... Jingxi..." he murmured softly, the names of his loved ones from his previous life slipping from his lips.

His countenance remained stoic, a mask of neutrality that concealed any trace of emotion. His face became a blank canvas, devoid of sadness or anger, as if he had mastered the art of concealing his true feelings.

After a few moments of contemplation, he released a sigh, the weight of his past lingering in the depths of his heart. "That's it for now. I should go take a walk and familiarize myself with this sect. There are a lot of things that i have to learn."

Without hesitation, he gets up from the meditation mat and made his way toward the front door. With each step, a subtle tinge of melancholy danced within him.

Despite the existence of these emotions, his face remained devoid of expression, like a mask concealing the inner turmoil.