Upon entering the teahouse and pushing the door open, several friends, all equally passionate about art, had already taken their seats.
The elderly man sitting in the very middle particularly caught the eye: his hair was completely silver, and his gaze sharp.
At first glance, Old Master Lu recognized him as Old Master Qi of Hai City.
Qi Huan made introductions for the two of them.
"It is an honor to meet you, Old Master Qi. I had not expected to encounter you here."
Old Master Qi smiled and replied, "Now that I'm retired and have nothing much to do, it was fortuitous that Qi Huan was coming to Shangjing, so I decided to join and have a look."
As the two were talking, someone knocked on the door. A servant entered, cradling a wooden box in his arms.
"Master Lu, your painting," the servant announced.
Old Master Lu instructed, "Open it directly."
"Yes," the servant complied, opening the wooden box with gloved hands and drawing out the scroll from within.
