Meanwhile, on a hundred-feet sea cliff on the main Island of Mount Putuo, a exquisitely crafted two-story tower loft had been constructed, the ornate and intricate eave carvings on the corners of the roof were an absolute delight for the eyes.
A cliffside platform had been fashioned in front of the tower, akin to the courtyard in the front of a house, beside which stood a begonia tree, under which a young man dressed in white sat by a stone table.
His deep-set eyes and handsome face with sharply defined features, his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, a tuft of his black hair was nattily tied up, bound by a purple-gold inlaid jade crown, giving him an air of sophistication and unsophisticated charm.
At the moment, he was gently playing with a white jade teacup in his hand, growing increasingly impatient as he listened to the endlles chatter of the person next to him.
