Danxia Peak, Grand Hall.
In the center of the hall, there is a large incense burner.
At this moment, blue smoke is curling up from the burner, spiraling below the dome, rendering the entire hall serene and solemn.
Twelve purple sandalwood chairs are arranged on both sides, with relief carvings of various Pill Patterns, resembling clouds and haze.
The main seat in the center is slightly higher than those on the sides, covered with a complete white fox fur, soft and thick, accentuating the grace and ethereal presence of the person sitting there.
Wang Yu sits upright, his spine straight, the red-gold sheen flowing lightly over the Danxia patterns on his Cloud Robe under the lamp's reflection.
He rests his left hand on the armrest, his fingers gently curving, appearing relaxed yet hiding a stiffness unnoticed by outsiders.
His right hand holds a brand new White Jade Feather Duster, the feathers are as white as new, hanging beside the chair, motionless.
