Dragon City, Ning Family.
Within the tall courtyard walls, in the pitch-black night, one by one the high-quality beeswax candles are being lit inside.
Brass furnace beast heads, smoke wafting.
Ning Qingfeng sits high in the main seat, the hot tea in the blue and white porcelain cup in front of him gradually cooling.
Yet he hasn't taken a single sip.
His complexion is as dark as the water, almost blending with the night outside.
After a long time, Ning Qingfeng takes a deep breath, knocks on the huanghuali wood table, and says in a deep voice, "Let them in."
"At the master's command."
After a low response, the door is pushed open, and several people with white cloth wrapped around their heads, dressed in black, enter the room.
All along, their heads are lowered. Until everyone is completely inside and the person by the door closes it, do they raise their heads.
"Heh, do you still have the nerve to come and see me?"
