Bright moonlit night.
Ancheng Wharf, Viewing Pavilion.
A man sits at a table, with a pot of hot tea and a cup to drink.
Moonlight spills over, the mood leisurely and serene.
Yang Chen poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said lightly, "Though tea may be delicious, if no one understands it, it's nothing more than a beverage, merely another flavor. If a person is not understood, they are like salted fish..."
Speaking, Yang Chen raised his head and looked at the bright, full moon in the sky.
Meng Po, standing next to him, frowned and said, "Master, are you sure it's just the two of us? The reason we got the information is definitely because they released it on purpose. This Second Young Master Yun I promised about is not simple at all. According to the martial artist realm classification in Ancheng, he has long surpassed the Martial Arts Realm. Now that he's out, he might have already become a Grandmaster! And he's reputed to be the youngest Grandmaster in hundreds of years!"
