Early morning.
Yujing City, Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters.
The first light of dawn peeks through the leaves of the great phoenix tree, casting speckled sunlight into the tranquil little courtyard.
Inside the third-floor office, Lou Hechuan is leisurely savoring freshly brewed tea; white wisps of steam swirl upward, and the brisk fragrance of tea instantly permeates the entire office.
Spring water boils the new tea; laughter dissolves your cares.
Yet at this moment, the chairman of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance finds his mind far from tea-tasting; instead, his aged face reveals a trace of exhaustion, and his turbid eyes are laced with bloodshot veins.
Normally, with Lou Hechuan's cultivation, even if he went three days and nights without sleep or rest, without food or drink, the True Yang within him overflowing, refining essence and transforming qi, he would still be as vigorous as a dragon or a tiger, showing no hint of mental fatigue.
