Wall Cliff.
Under the green pines.
A leisurely fragrance of tea rose; a few wisps of steam coiled upward like clouds and mist, the mountain utterly still, without wind.
Beside the tea brazier, two women sat on either side.
One was a little older, a beautiful matron's face, with two extra shades of gentleness between her brows compared to ordinary people.
The other had a young girl's countenance, white hair smooth and soft, hanging down to her waist, with two extra shades of frost between her brows compared to ordinary people.
Tap tap tap—
From the mountain path behind them came scattered footsteps.
"Patriarch, the two of them are here!" Cang Yue set down the teacup in her hand and spoke.
The white-haired woman nodded.
She casually picked up the teacup before her, set it to her jade-like red lips, and lightly sipped.
Behind, Jiang Ning's face first entered Cang Yue's field of view.
