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Ten-odd minutes later, Gui Minghao, Fang Tingbo, and Zhong Feng knocked on Box 22 of the Chen Clan.
The heavy box door slid open soundlessly. Ma Zhibin turned sideways to make way, a hint of weakness in his brow that was hard to notice. "Uncle Minghao, you're here."
Warm light spilled from within.
Chen Zhang sat by the window, thinking about who knew what.
Ning Hai, Heaven Dou branch president of the Glazed Tile Merchant Guild, held a smooth white jade chess piece between his fingers, tapping it idly against the edge of the sandalwood chessboard.
Xi Men Wenming, Heaven Dou chief steward of Soul Fighting City, sat upright as a pine, his teacup half raised, white steam curling from it.
Xue Dingshi, Heaven Dou branch president of the Bright Mirror Merchant Guild, wore a newly released dark-green qipao from the Liu Clan that set off her graceful figure, her gaze calm.
In the seat of honor, Yang Jingxue rested both hands folded on her knees, the plain brocade shawl wrapped around her shoulders, her bearing composed and steady as a mountain pool.
Gui Minghao, Fang Tingbo, and Zhong Feng stepped in one after another and took their seats on the reserved low velvet chairs.
The air was filled with aged cigar smoke, freshly brewed Yuqian Longjing, and a subtle, tacit atmosphere.
"Uncle Minghao, Uncle Tingbo, Uncle Feng," Ma Zhibin said as he raised a hand to pour tea, his voice low, "just now up there... they didn't go looking for trouble, did they?"
Gui Minghao lifted his teacup. The rim of the white porcelain brushed his lower lip, and his tone was utterly even. "That Zhi Xing and Bai Canhong from Heaven Dou only made