Zhou Ping'an left.
Chu Wenli sat quietly in his own pastoral home, statuesque, waiting for something.
Until the sky turned dark.
A dampness carried in the wind.
A light rain began to patter down across the manor.
The rain slanted, and a white figure appeared in the pavilion without anyone knowing when.
"A child is just a child, no matter how strong he is. It's unlikely he can change the situation in the Southeastern Three Provinces, let alone deal with that old turtle. Was there really a need to rush and summon me here?"
The speaker was a woman with streaks of white in her hair, showing signs of age.
Her voice remained crisp and pleasant to the ear, though her eyes betrayed a hint of weariness, and the deep lines around her mouth and eyes testified to the vicissitudes she had experienced...
As her words came to a halt,
so did the rain and wind in the manor.
It seemed as if the rain had come and stopped on her account.
