At this time, within the small courtyard.
With a "creak," a red lacquered wooden door was pushed open, and a man dressed in a black long gown emerged from behind the door.
His steps were steady yet slow, unhurried and unflustered, yet they exuded a temperament that instilled a sense of tranquility in others.
The man looked up outside, then quickly retracted his gaze and briskly walked towards the teahouse.
In the side room, an incense burner was emitting wisps of smoke, filling the air, and a faint scent of tea wafted through.
On the table, there was a set of purple clay pots, a few jade cups, and two exquisite teacups.
The man walked straight to the table, picked up one of the teacups, and sipped lightly, looking at Pei Huaian in the wheelchair.
At that moment, Pei Huaian, holding a black chess piece, was intently observing the chessboard layout.
"What have you called me here for this time?" Yan Ze asked as he put down his teacup.
