A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,Before the young man stood several elders, all over fifty or sixty years old, with white hair or a mix of gray and white, standing solemnly.,Zhao Jun sat uneasily in the corner, his vision blurry. He could see a little through the gauze, but everything else was obscured.。