Meeting my master again after so long, I couldn’t help but notice how unchanged he seemed—just as I remembered him.

He looked like a carefree vagabond on the surface, but inside, he had the presence of a sage nestled deep within the mountains.

A man without clear goals, yet never idle. That’s how I’d describe Master Rou Hua.

He was like a celestial hermit.

Wherever he went, he’d observe nature, constantly reminding me to focus on the process rather than the results.

Now that I think about it, all of that advice feels utterly pointless.

“And here you are, spouting …