"Hi, this master's name is Shen Qingqiu. If this humble one may ask, what brings you here to my Qing Jing peak's Bamboo house?"

He sits down on the hard wood floor in his room, in front of a small square table. He lifts up his teacup and blows on it to cool the tea. He closes his eyes as he slowly and carefully sips his tea.

"This dude must be cannon fodder, poor brother. I feel your pain, but my fate is probably going to be worse than yours." Shen Qingqiu thinks to himself.