Da Liang, Year 640, April 23.
On the north bank of the Luo River, amidst a stretch of trees, a gentle breeze wafted through, carrying willow leaves in its drift.
Hidden behind the willow grove was a two-story wooden building that could barely be seen.
Chen Mu sat by the window on the second floor, silently observing the vast, boundless river shrouded in white mist.
In his hands, he cradled a wooden cup filled with a thick brown beverage, emanating a faint milk fragrance laced with a medicinal scent.
This was his specialty milk tea, brewed with qi-boosting medicinal herbs. It was rich in flavor and nutrition.
Chen Mu sat behind the long desk under the window, sipping tea at ease while enjoying the scenery.
It had been five days since he had launched a night attack on the White Tiger Hall's large ship.
That very night, he had abandoned his residence at the pottery workshop. He didn't even bother getting the rent back as he packed up and moved out overnight.
