In the simple, dim little stone house, the moonlight cast upon the middle-aged man's face, highlighting an air of nobility—the kind that could only be nurtured by years of accumulated power and wealth.
He glanced at Mi Le opposite him, nonchalantly swirling the blue-and-white porcelain teacup in his hand as he became lost in thought.
'The Third and Fourth Branches don't want my younger cousin to return. The reason is simple: they were the ones behind what happened to my younger uncle all those years ago.'
'But this matter really has nothing to do with us, the First Branch.'
'As for the Second and Fifth Branches...' The man frowned slightly, a wave of irritation rising within him. 'If the Old Master hadn't been so indecisive back then, I wouldn't be in such a difficult predicament now.'
Across from him, Mi Le finished the last of his tea and sighed regretfully.
'Tsk. This tea Mr. Gu brought really is the best of the best. It's a shame it's all gone.'
