The black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly into an ancient estate.
The property was extensive, with towering ancient trees at the entrance, lush and verdant, complete with a bamboo grove. A gentle breeze rustled the green leaves, and at a glance, it seemed as if one had entered another world.
Qi Huan got out of the car and ushered Ye Qingci in.
Inside the courtyard, there were small bridges over flowing water, pavilions and towers, and exotic flowers and plants competing in splendor, a feast for the eyes.
After crossing a small bridge built of white marble, they came upon an octagonal pavilion.
The pavilion, perched atop tall stone steps, housed two individuals engaged in a game of chess.
Ye Qingci gazed intently and saw at the head of the table a tall and imposing elderly man.