It was the depths of winter.
In the outside world, a heavy snowfall had sealed off the mountains.
Inside the Cave Heaven of Wuzhuang Temple.
Heavy snow was flying everywhere, lightly drifting and descending into the pavilion's lake, which was shrouded in a thin mist, disappearing instantly upon contact.
Inside the pavilion.
The stove provided warmth.
Above the stove, the teapot was emanating steam and a pleasant tea fragrance permeated the air.
In front of the round table in the pavilion.
Lu Wufei was preparing tea.
On either side of him, sat Brother Qing Feng in a green robe and Brother Ming Yue in a pink one.
Across him was a youth in a blue robe.
"Indeed..."
