Missing?

"Ha? Old Man, I'm just here to read and study martial arts," I replied, puzzled by his laughter and smile.

"You can't fool me, Tian. Ever since Yi Chang Zhu had you train little Long, you've been grumpy! You always complain and say he should have your younger brother help him. So what happened? Did Yi Chang Zhu agree or not?" The elderly man asked eagerly, his purple and grey robes fluttering as he waved his hands to emphasize his point.

After pondering how to reply and processing the information he provided, I cleared my throat and responded, "Ahem, Old Man, I haven't talked to Father yet, and I'm here to study martial arts to better teach Long'er. My mood is just good today, so stop asking."

"I see. Well, I came to store away 'Whispering Wind' that Yi Ming brought back from the treasure expedition. Since I'm here, I could give you some pointers." He calmed down but remained somewhat perplexed by my demeanor.

"I would appreciate that. Actually, I'm interested in studying the Cloud Serpent Sword Art that was created by Ancestor Yi Fengxing." I was fortunate to have encountered him, as this way, I wouldn't need to scour the entire building.

However, his face turned serious, which made me concerned that I had said something inappropriate. "Yi Tian, I know this subject upsets you, but rules are rules. Only the next in line can study the Ancestor's Martial Technique. Even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn't; it's already in the hands of Yi Ming." He paused for a moment and then said, "Although the heritage technique is the most sacred and strongest one we have, there are other great ones such as 'Cloud Ascension Physique' or 'Willow Breeze Dance'."

Feeling somewhat dejected that I couldn't learn the strongest technique, I decided not to push the matter. "Alright, those techniques sound good enough," I nodded in agreement.

The elderly man, satisfied that I understood, said, "Alright, let's head to the Martial Pagoda." He walked past me and gestured for me to follow him.

…

While the elder guided Yi Tian to the Martial Pagoda, a commotion unfolded in the family meeting area: the Yi Harmony Conclave Hall.

A young boy around 8 or 9, dressed in purple embroidered hanfu, rushed into the massive hall, passing by huge red-lacquered columns that supported its high ceilings.

"Father! Father!" The boy shouted.

In the center of the hall, a large round table stood, surrounded by several seated individuals. Past the table was a raised platform with a smaller table that had five seats.

"Yi Long! Where are your manners?!" one of the seated figures scolded.

"But Father-"

"No! I told you not to barge into the meeting hall while the family is discussing important matters."

"I-I'm very sorry, Father, but it's really, really important too."

At the center seat of the raised platform sat a man of great stature. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with deep black hair tied in a traditional topknot. His eyes were sharp and piercing, reflecting his keen intellect and unyielding determination. Dressed in elegant and refined clothing that spoke to his noble status, his long flowing robe was a deep purple color, adorned with intricate embroidery of dragons, representing the family's close connection to the Nine Dragon Dynasty.

The man's stern expression eased, and he sighed, "Long'er, what is the matter?"

"It's Big Brother Tian. He didn't come to train me today! And when I went to his home, he wasn't there!" The young boy said, exasperated.

The man's eye twitched, "Well, Tian doesn't enjoy training you, but he wouldn't disobey me like this. Liang Shuo, go and help Long'er find Tian."