Li Chuan arrived before the Four Peaks Main Hall.
It was the height of noon, and the sunlight scorched the earth.
The banyan tree before the hall cast shifting shadows.
Spreading a vast patch of cool shade across the ground.
Several nameless birds hopped about among the branches.
Now and then, they pecked at the bark before fluttering away.
He stepped onto the stone stairs and lightly knocked on the hall door.
"Enter."
It was still that aged yet gentle voice.
Li Chuan pushed the door open.
Light flooded into the somewhat dim hall.
He raised his eyes and looked over. As expected,
Zhao Ciyuan was reclining in a grandmaster's chair.
His eyes were slightly narrowed.
The gray robe on his body hung loosely over him.
As though he had just awakened from a nap.
The Boston ivy by the window had already grown thick and lush.
Its verdant leaves crowded together.
Framing the square window like a painting.
Li Chuan could not help thinking,
Was this grandmaster's chair really that comfortable?
Every time he saw the old man, he was lying on it.
He shook his head and put those stray thoughts away.
The number of times anything could make the old man change positions was pitifully few.
Li Chuan walked forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Master.
Junior Brother Song passed on word that you had business with me.
I heard it concerns a Spirit Treasure?"
Zhao Ciyuan did not begin speaking with his usual genial smile.
Instead, he slowly opened his eyes.
Then he braced both hands on the armrests.
And actually rose from the grandmaster's chair.
Li Chuan was slightly surprised.
Anything that could make the old man stand up was certainly no small matter.
Zhao Ciyuan clasped his hands behind his back and walked to