And so Four Seasons Manor fell into the hands of the Yu family. For decades, the Yu family thrived, their prosperity akin to flowers over brocade and raging fire boiling oil. People speculated about the legend of Wansui Mountain's dragon veins. Clicks of tongues insinuated that the geomancy master from back then truly possessed profound abilities.
A few lanterns illuminated the manor, like scattered stars embellishing the night sky—distant and enigmatic.
Everyone knew the four gardens—Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum—each embodied a distinct seasonal beauty, yet none were aware of the solitary peak at the manor's northwest corner. Treacherous and steep, it could only be accessed by crossing a suspension bridge on foot, as no vehicle could navigate its perilous terrain.
The mountain air was cold, punctuated by the occasional sound of insects, their eerie echoes amplifying the lone and desolate chill of this winter night.
