The Jiangnan plum rain season lingered later than usual this year. Su City was shrouded in humid, hazy moisture; the scattered Su-style classical gardens lay veiled in rain and mist. The world knew Su City's gardens were peerless—a privilege once reserved for the private estates of nobles and princes.
Now, though, Su City's wealthy also favored building extravagant mansions surrounded by gardens for themselves—like the one before them now, "Wind Wave Forest," situated in the suburbs.
At the entrance stood two men in black tactical suits and sunglasses, their rounded arms betraying a solid Martial Arts foundation. In this era, all prominent businessmen and officials employed experts as security. Figures in raincoats or holding umbrellas passed through the mist over the stone path and arrived at the gate.
"Great Saint Heavenly King, boundless merit."
"Go in, Incense Master Li is waiting for all of you."
