Yong Tai Year Twenty, January Twenty-Six.
Guangzhou Prefecture, Longmen County.
On this early morning, it had rained.
The rain wasn't heavy, nor did it last too long.
By around 9 a.m or so, the rain had ceased, leaving behind a clear sky and a gentle breeze.
The air, moistened by the spring rain, carried a refreshing sensation that invigorated one's spirits.
In such pleasant weather, one would expect even their mood to brighten, but...
Right now, inside a teahouse in the city, there was a group of men shrouded by an oppressive, suffocating atmosphere.
These men, uniformly male, may have looked advanced in years, but each of them had a fierce look in their eyes. Many had not let themselves go in terms of their figure, maintaining the physique of strong middle-aged men, which clearly indicated they were martial artists.
