A few days later, Jiho stood in front of a mansion that blended modern technology with the grace of ancient Chinese architecture. The structure had a unique charm—glass windows reflecting the sun, yet framed by the intricate wooden carvings one might see in historical dramas. As she stepped inside, the interior was like stepping into a different era, reminiscent of old Chinese houses from another time, with a serene atmosphere that held a certain weight.
As Jiho took in her surroundings, a figure approached her. An older man, dressed impeccably in a formal steward's uniform, with a neatly trimmed white beard, greeted her with a warm smile. His voice, steady yet filled with affection, welcomed her back.
"Welcome back, young lady.... My lady," he said, his smile growing wider.
Jiho returned the gesture with a soft smile of her own. "Hello, Grandpa Lu."
