C86 Meet an old friend

In the pavilion by the lake, a man sat, facing the glittering lake under the bright sun, and was talking about < High Mountains and Running Water >. The sound of the zither was clear and melodious.

Someone rushed to the man's side, bowed and said, "Young Master." The man stood up and wiped his hands clean with silk. "What's the situation like?"

The subordinate respectfully replied