Trees, rockeries, pavilions and terraces, ponds and small bridges...
This was a classical garden with typical Suzhou characteristics, where every mountain, body of water, blade of grass, and tree could make one feel a profound artistic conception; wandering through it naturally quieted the mind.
The path beneathfoot was paved with gravel, looking just like brocade; following the trail led to the central area of the garden, where a wooden pavilion stood.
Stepping inside, the four walls were lined with massive quantities of ancient books and bamboo slips.
Clearly, this was a study.
Within the silent room, clean and neat, morning sunlight slanted in through the open lattice window, spilling over the figure behind the archaic desk.
That person was a clean-featured, handsome young man whose brows radiated an heroic aura.
He was precisely the sole naive fool of the protagonist group in this world: Yin Tianqi.
However...
This fellow's account had been hijacked by Wang Ming once more.
Wang Ming needed an identity to enter this world; even though he had already converted nearly ninety percent of his spiritual energy into a Reincarnation Mark, that vast spiritual energy was still more than an ordinary person could bear.
Therefore, he had no choice but to strike at the Yin and Tong families—or one could say just the Tong family, seeing as the Yin family branched off from the Tong family anyway.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Wang Ming's violent coughing fits rang out unceasingly, a heart-rending sound as though he might cough himself to death at any moment.
Wang Ming wiped away the coughed-up blood with a white handkerchief, thinking to himself, It seems I overestimated the physical constitution of the Yin family members; they can't even withstand one percent of my spiritual power. Cough, cough, cough...
He opened his palm,