Knock, knock, knock.
The resounding thuds echoed through the air, shattering the tranquility that had enveloped the room. Dai Qing's entranced gaze abruptly faltered, and her features froze momentarily as a surge of annoyance washed over her. Her eyes transformed into dangerous glints, fixing themselves on the intruder who dared to disrupt her serene sanctuary.
"Forgive the interruption, young master, but I bring urgent tidings," came a voice from the door.
Stepping into the room was an elderly man in his seventies, draped in a regal white robe. His eyes, as black as midnight, flickered with astonishment as they landed upon Dai Qing, who was crouched beside her young master, his head resting on a pillow within a miniature pool.
