He Yuzhou turned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "Yes. This matter concerns the future of our Sect, so we can't be hasty. We'll prepare in secret for now and make a decision after the Upper Sect's detailed regulations have been clarified."
"Yes," Sang Yanping replied with a bow.
.....
Chen Qing arrived at the rear courtyard of the Cyan Wood Institute.
The courtyard was as quiet and still as ever. The only sound was the GURGLE of tea brewing in a small clay stove on the stone table. A crisp, clear fragrance of tea, mixed with the faint, clean scent of snowmelt, permeated the air.
Li Baichuan was sitting on a stone stool, his eyes fixed on the rustic earthenware pot over the stove fire as white steam curled gracefully from its spout.
"Master Li."
Chen Qing took a few steps forward and cupped his fists respectfully.
Li Baichuan didn't even raise his eyelids, merely giving a slight nod.
