Inside the study, books piled up like mountains, layer upon layer. A faint fragrance of ink filled the air, carrying the graceful charm of an ancient poem.
Sunlight streamed through the exquisite window frames, scattering dappled patches of light and shadow that swayed gently through the quiet room like fragments of time.
Chen Xiaojun sat upright before the desk, his fingers gently stroking his teacup. Then he slowly pushed the cup of Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea toward the man before him, its curling fragrance mingling with the scent of ink to form a captivating picture.
"Uncle Zhou, it's been a long time!" Chen Xiaojun said warmly.
Zhou Tianshu was tall and slender, with a gentle, refined smile. He accepted the teacup and studied it closely. "Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea is one of the four great spirit teas, with the color of jade and the fragrance of orchids. Sharing it with you today, Young Master, is truly a blessing."
As he spoke, he raised the cup and took a light sip of Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea. Its fragrance spread through his mouth, as though it could wash the dust from his soul.
He sighed appreciatively. "Excellent tea. Truly excellent!"
Chen Xiaojun sipped his tea, a faint smile curving his lips. "You're too kind, Uncle Zhou. Good tea deserves someone who truly appreciates it, and such a kindred spirit is rare indeed."
Zhou Tianshu set down his cup and took out a small booklet, placing it gently on the desk. "This is the intelligence you requested, Young Master. It took some trouble, but I managed to fulfill your trust."
The light in the study was soft. Even the strands of sunlight seemed to grow gentler, softly caressing each slumbering volume.
Chen Xiaojun's gaze fell on the little booklet. He opened it gently,