A drizzling autumn rain fell. In the back garden of the Tang Sect stood pavilions, towers, and winding corridors. The bleak autumn wind carried a chill as it passed through, while raindrops pattered down from the eaves. Water lilies swayed in the clear pond, and the emerald bamboo beside the pavilion fluttered in the wind.
Windwatch Pavilion.
"Master Lou Gao, what do you think of this idea of mine?"
Zhao Xuan lifted an elegant teacup and took a light sip before asking the man before him.
Lou Gao, the elder of the Strength Hall, sat opposite Zhao Xuan. Since he was short and fat, he looked almost like a child sitting before Zhao Xuan.
At that moment, he held a blueprint in his hands, his brows tightly furrowed as his small eyes studied it carefully.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xuan drank his tea at the side, gazing at the swaying pines and bamboo beneath the overcast sky as he waited quietly.
Before long, Lou Gao set down the blueprint. A gleam flashed through his small eyes as he looked at Zhao Xuan in surprise and instinctively asked, "Did you really come up with this thing yourself?"
Zhao Xuan's face immediately darkened. He set his teacup heavily on the table, clearly displeased.
Although he truly had not invented this thing himself, wasn't that tone a little too insulting?
Seeing Zhao Xuan's expression, Lou Gao realized he had misspoken. He coughed twice, then slowly closed his eyes and raised the teacup before him for a drink. He gulped it down like a whale swallowing water, yet still praised it, "What excellent tea."
Zhao Xuan felt several more dark lines appear across his forehead. Looking at the half-cup of tea remaining in Lou Gao's hand, he wore an expression of pain. He had gone to