He knew clearly in his heart that once he entered the Yanmen Branch, he would inevitably be recognized sooner or later.
As he reached the top floor's Tingtai Pavilion, it turned out to be brilliantly clean and bright.
Outside the carved wooden windows, the shimmering waves of Daming Lake were fully visible, the evening breeze gently blowing away the clamor below.
The elegant room was tastefully arranged, burning with a subtle Sandalwood Incense. The Hooker carefully served the finest tea and seasonal fruits before retreating as if granted mercy.
Soon, a woman dressed in a dark purple silk robe, around forty years old but still charming, swayed her hips as she walked in, her face wearing a friendly yet measured smile, her eyes seemed to hook onto Sha Lifei and finally settled on Li Yan with a restrained glint.
