An Zhiyan finished regulating his breath, and slowly stepped down from the bluestone at the peak. Sitting cross-legged before him was a middle-aged man, hair entirely gray, who looked more than ten years older than An Zhiyan, quietly meditating. Only when An Zhiyan approached did the man open his eyes, greeting respectfully:
"Senior."
An Zhiyan merely nodded, his expression a bit dejected. The middle-aged man's eyebrows rose; his originally stern face gained a hint of a smile as he asked:
"Were you driven out by your wife again?"
"Ah!"
An Zhiyan shook his head, answering with a mix of helplessness and amusement:
"Don't laugh at me, Daoist Brother. Feiruo is perfect in every way, just... her temper is too domineering..."
Tian Youdao chuckled lowly. He had quite a good impression of this former head of the An Family, though with people ever-present, he rarely got close. He replied:
"Feiruo is capable and ambitious."
