While Flame City buzzed with tales of Yang Zhen, the 'mysterious' young man, Yang Zhen was engaged in a staring contest with an old man.
Under Lan Fangyue's guidance, Yang Zhen climbed into Changyue Tower and was left alone in what appeared to be a lounge. Lan Fangyue departed, leaving Yang Zhen to himself.
The room was a wooden one, seeming completely different from the grand, ancient Changyue Tower. Style of the wooden house was low-key and somewhat simple, lacking any monumental presence.
At first, Yang Zhen waited patiently. However, as the time ticked away reaching nearly a quarter of an hour, he started to grow impatient. Not only had Lan Fangyue not made a second appearance, there wasn't even a hint of a whisper.
Yang Zhen took initiative to pour himself two cups of tea. The sweet scent filled the room as he took his first sip.
