"Greetings, Father." In a pavilion in the garden of the Taishi Residence, where the surroundings are devoid of people, filled with the scent of flowers and the chirping of birds, Yan Moshan approached and saw Xu Wentian, clad in a large red brocade robe, his waist cinched with a blue-green jade belt, his long hair flowing naturally down his back, fluttering in the wind, and by his side, a bald monk dressed in a large red kasaya with gold trim, his inner strength enveloped in yellow monastic robes, came forward and, with hands clasped, said to Xu Wentian.