Jiujiang City, by the West Lake.
The moonlight sprinkled on the lake water, shimmering. The willow trees by the lake had sprouted, and their branches were rustling in the wind.
A black Rolls-Royce drove along the lakeside and entered a manor. In addition to the Rolls-Royce, there were all kinds of luxury cars there.
Cheng Liang's outer walls were painted milky white, and he had planted all kinds of precious green plants inside. He also had an independent greenhouse system.
The quaint little garden next to the lake was packed with bodyguards in suits. Their eyes were sharp, and even a fly would find it difficult to fly into the place they were guarding.
In the middle hall, a round mahogany table was filled with people. Their faces were thin and their hair was white, making it hard to tell which century they were from.
