Longhu Mountain, Listening Wind Pavilion.
At that moment, the ancient pavilion stood quietly in a valley.
The place was lush and green. Towering old trees guarded this tranquil world like loyal sentries. Sunlight filtered through their dense branches, casting mottled shadows and draping the pavilion in a gauzy veil of golden light.
At the foot of the steps in front of the pavilion, a winding path paved with bluestone looked quaint and elegant. Of course, it had also cost a pretty penny. After all, paving a path like this deep in the mountains wasn't cheap.
Wildflowers lined both sides of the path, vying to bloom in red, yellow, and purple. Like a colorful carpet, they stretched all the way to the pavilion steps.
Stepping up into the pavilion felt like entering another world, far removed from the bustle of the mortal realm.
At present, the old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei, sat across a stone table from Lu Jin, focused on their game of Go and savoring their tea.
Neither man said a word. They simply breathed in the fresh, invigorating scent of grass and trees, listened to the birdsong in the distance and the burbling stream somewhere in the valley, and took in the blue sky, white clouds, and sunlight streaming through the branches of the towering old trees. It all seemed to faintly accord with some mysterious Daoist rhythm.
"Hey!"
After a long while, the old Celestial Master, Zhang Zhiwei, placed a white stone, then raised his eyes and gave Lu Jin a cool glance before asking in a chilly voice.
"I heard..."
"At the Ten Elders' meeting back then, you didn't say a word. Were you hoping to get me killed?"
That's right!
The old Celestial Master was settling old scores. They might be friends, but even brothers