Yang Chen walked through the narrow alley with gusts of cold wind, arriving at a small courtyard where sunlight was blocked.
The courtyard appeared somewhat aged, with the door left unlocked even during the daytime. Several osmanthus and ginkgo trees made the entire place exceptionally gloomy, covered in fallen leaves, seemingly untouched for a long time, emanating a musty smell.
In the courtyard, two figures were already present. One was the gray-clothed elder, the guide who led Yang Chen here. The other, wearing a dark green military coat and facing away from the entrance, lost in thought while gazing at the distant hazy city sky, was Lin Zhiguo, the one protected by the gray-clothed elder.
