The Chairman remained silent, standing with hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky. His eyes were deep, observing the gathering and dispersing clouds, as if probing the secrets of the world's cycles and the immortality of life.
Qin Ming was taken aback. Had she triggered something? Retracing the past, comprehending the true essence of immortality.
The small courtyard with blue bricks was silent, and Qin Ming did not step forward to disturb.
The Chairman's plain attire was whiter than snow, with an innate ethereal aura that kept her free from worldly dust and flames. Under the night, she stood alone, detached.
After a long time, she finally spoke gently, "This Scripture... has flaws."
Qin Ming: "..."
Clearly, she had been studying the Silk Scripture, pondering deeply, entangled in the Scripture, unable to extricate herself, with a profound and mysterious demeanor.
The golden silk parasol transmitted sound, quietly conveying the truth.
