"If the esteemed guests don't mind, I know a quiet place," said a languid yet clear voice. Young Master Qing Jue arrived in a sweeping crimson robe, a faint smile playing on his fair and charming face, with Xinxin following by his side.
"Hehe, then we'll trouble Qing Jue," Mo Lao nodded his head, quite satisfied with his proposal.
Soon, the group followed Young Master Qing Jue to a secluded estate. The place was adorned with blooming flowers and lush trees, creating an elegant environment. The old house exuded a charm of its own. They settled down under the bamboo grove in the courtyard, surrounded by stone benches, tables, and chairs. A stone chess set laid upon one table, as a gentle breeze carried the rustle of bamboo leaves and the fragrance of flowers to their noses.
"Hehe, this is indeed a splendid place!" Mo Lao was immediately attracted to the green bamboo upon entering, their proud and lofty stance eliciting his sincere admiration.
