Snowflakes drifted idly.
The old monk, draped in his Patchwork Robe, sat with his hands clasped and motionless under the cloister like an unyielding rock.
In the courtyard, indigo meditation cushions were arranged in a semicircle. The Grandmasters of Pingyang Prefecture all sat in meditation, their shoulders and heads free from any snow, just like the rocks they resembled.
In the midst of winter, sitting out in the open wasn't comfortable, yet no one felt there was anything improper about it.
Swish, splash.
The tea froth whirled.
Scarface carried a small copper teapot, sprinkling tea leaves into each cup and then filling them with hot tea.
The scene was infused with a little more vitality.
Xu Wenzhu and Xu Yuelong gave a slight nod, rewarding him with some Broken Silver, and discussed quietly over their steaming cups of tea.
"Three days and three nights, have you gained any insights?"
