In Xue Wei's courtyard, the bluestone path winds and bends, flanked by plum blossoms and green bamboo.
Several magpies chirp on the treetops, seemingly celebrating the imminent good news.
Xue Wei sits inside the hall on a carved redwood chair, leisurely sipping a cup of fine tea.
His gaze is distant, looking out at the beautiful scenery outside the window, surging with waves of pride within.
He is not far from ascending to the Saint Position of the Xue Family.
Xue Zhao could never have imagined that he would end up with such a conclusion today.
The decor of the hall is simple yet elegant, with several famous paintings hanging on the walls, a few ancient artifacts on the table, exuding a scholarly atmosphere.
Several pots of orchids are interspersed, emitting a faint fragrance.
This is a study he hasn't visited for a long time.
But today, as he sits in it, Xue Wei seems particularly composed and relaxed.
