Lin Mu closed his eyes and began adjusting his aura. The change was minute at first as his immense vitality adjusted and his physical presence became slightly restrained like an old hermit would be. Next, his posture changed, his shoulders relaxed before his breathing slowed.
Even his expression gradually changed.
The young and calm gaze Lin Mu normally possessed slowly became sharper than usual. He allowed some of Zhenyu's mannerisms to emerge, particularly the slight arrogance and impatience that had appeared in the elder's later years.
He opened his eyes.
Ashy immediately spoke. "Master?"
"What?"
"You look old." Ashy said seeing Lin Mu in a memory shared through their link.
Lin Mu frowned. "I haven't changed my appearance yet."
"I know. Your face is the same."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Your eyes."
Lin Mu went silent and he understood what she meant.
It was the atmosphere.
