Evening, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
President's office.
The furnace glowed with crimson heat, brewing fresh tea, making a soft "gudu, gudu" bubbling sound; wisps of steam rose and dispersed like a tuft of white smoke.
"Early winter in Jiangnan has a unique flavor, Elder Lou. Your land and water really do nurture people."
On the sofa, a woman spoke softly. Her hair was tied in a ponytail; she wore a leather jacket and knee-high boots. Striking and valiant, a luminous beauty graced her gaze. Every gesture brimmed with elegance befitting the elite.
"Qinghuan, a few years without seeing you, and now you've become an imperial envoy. Truly, the younger generation is fearsome."
Lou Hechuan looked at the woman before him and poured a cup of tea, a meaningful look flickering in his clouded eyes.
"Elder Lou, you watched me grow up—how can you make fun of me?"
