Wutong Planting Road was deserted, no vehicles coming or going.
It was her first time seeing this place.
Built on the Dragon Vein, to put it another way, it was a geomancer's treasure located in a city's once-in-a-lifetime site.
The walls were higher than those of ordinary compounds, exceptionally tall. Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, immovable.
She thought the high-walled compound would be teeming with guests, thought it would be extravagantly gold-plated. It wasn't. It was very modest and unassuming.
The people there walked without making a sound.
The open gates exuded an invisible air of formal ceremony and authority.
The family name and reputation were impressively stern and formidable.
She was suddenly filled with a sense of reverence.
The person who met her at the doorstep was called Uncle Zhou.
He said the old lady wanted to see her for a meal, to have dinner.
