640th Year of Great Liang, April 23.
On the north bank of the Luo River, a breeze stirred the willow leaves in a small grove.
Beyond the willow grove, a two-story Wooden Tower stood faintly in view.
Chen Mu sat by a second-floor window, quietly gazing over the boundless white expanse of river.
He held a wooden cup filled with a rich brown drink, its milky aroma carrying a faint medicinal scent.
This was special milk tea he had concocted using qi-replenishing medicinal ingredients. It was rich and fragrant, packed with nutrients.
Chen Mu sat behind the long desk beneath the window, leisurely sipping tea while enjoying the view.
It had been five days since he had raided the White Tiger Ship in the dead of night.
That very night, he had abandoned his residence in Taohua Workshop. He had not even asked for the rent back, packing up and leaving overnight.
He had asked Jie Jia to rent this Wooden Tower residence for him. He did not dare show his face himself, afraid they would follow the trail and come after him again.
Zuo Sheng is from the Jinghong Gang, isn't he? Chen Mu pondered inwardly. Did he show up in Taohua Workshop that night because he was after me too?
First Lin Que of White Tiger Hall, then Zuo Sheng.
"I can't sell Gentle Breeze Powder anymore." Chen Mu sighed.
He had finally found a profitable trade, only for others to covet it.
If not for a fortunate coincidence that had made Zhu Yi Pavilion take the blame for him, he would have been the one Lin Que led his men to surround and kill that night!
Thinking of Zhu Yi Pavilion's misfortune, Chen Mu's expression turned strange.
Not only had their Yellow Dragon Powder been imitated, they