Early morning, D City.
Aihua Avenue. Number eighteen on this avenue is an ancient garden. The headquarters of the East Country Onmyoji National Conference and the East Country Onmyoji Discipline Management Association are located within this antiquely charming building.
Urgent footsteps approached from afar, followed by a young man who somewhat recklessly burst into a courtyard called Xiuyuan located in the eastern part of the garden. This was where the East Country Onmyoji Discipline Management Association normally conducted its affairs.
At this moment, in the courtyard of the other yard, the current President of the East Country Onmyoji Discipline Management Association, Lu Pengfei, sat alone, sipping tea. His whitened hair was graying and somewhat sparse, making him appear even thinner than the willow trees beside him in the gentle morning breeze. His age was a secret—no one knew how old he was, nor did anyone dare to ask.