Cyan Mountain Manor, Mountain View Hall.
Sitting inside Mountain View Hall, one can gaze out at the picturesque mountains and rivers, enjoy a gentle breeze, brew a pot of tea, and lean back comfortably on a lounge chair to nap away an afternoon.
Yang Lin strolled around and said he was very fond of the environment here. He even ordered someone to make a pot of the fine tea he had specially brought from the Imperial City, then invited several key Fengri City officials who'd followed him inside to sit together, sipping tea and chatting idly.
"I've long heard that Fengri City is a land of outstanding people and spirits; today I see it's true."
Yang Lin appeared relaxed as he sat in his chair, but his gaze continually swept over everyone's face, with a hint of scrutiny.
Wu Changhe sat to Yang Lin's left, while Xie Youlin was on the right. The others were seated in order. Directly across from Yang Lin was a wide opening, through which one could see the mountain stream outside.
