The courtyard was meticulously tidy. In the corners were several pots of Spirit Grass, their leaves glowing with a faint spiritual light. The figures of servant disciples could be seen moving about, all treading lightly, afraid to disturb the tranquility of the courtyard.
Zhenyue Peak's senior disciple, Zhao Wenju, dressed in black martial attire, walked into the courtyard with a steady gait. The servant disciples he passed along the way saw him and all stopped what they were doing, bowing respectfully.
Zhao Wenju gave a slight nod in acknowledgment but did not linger, heading straight for the main hall.
Arriving outside the main hall, he looked up and saw Qin Gang sitting upright on a Grandmaster's Chair inside.
Before him was a simple, antique tea table, on which sat an exquisite tea set. As the boiling water steamed, the fragrant aroma of tea drifted out, crisp and mellow.
