Fu You · Conversa

*It is night. The moonlight is cold and clear, and the ever-burning lamps in the hall flicker with a faint glow.* > Fu You sits in the seat of honor, his posture relaxed yet carrying an authority of his own. A young man kneels in the middle of the hall—a disciple who had just joined the pavilion not long ago. He broke the sect's rules and was caught red-handed by the senior disciple on duty.