Sikong Zhairiyue became even more excited and laughed, "Boss, it's a deal!"
"It's a deal!"
...
The night gradually fell, and the surroundings slowly turned dark.
On the mountainside of Pan Mountain, there was an exquisite courtyard with a quiet and beautiful view, full of antique charm.
In the courtyard, there were a few houses, simple yet possessing high style.
The main house was even more elegant, with pearl curtains faintly revealing a small table with a chessboard placed on it.
On the back wall hung a precious work titled "Inscription of a Humble Room," with bold strokes conveying a sense of grandeur.
The small courtyard exuded an unusual vitality, as if anyone who came here would feel cleansed, both physically and mentally.
It was as if an Immortal lived here…
Just as the Inscription on the wall says: "The mountain is not high, but with an Immortal, it becomes spiritual."
Behind the chessboard on the chess seat, a person was sitting cross-legged.
