The rain drizzled down, and the sky was as dark as evening. Droplets gathered along the eaves, forming silver threads, as hurried pedestrians splashed through puddles, and the dimly lit boats quietly drifted on the small river.
Zizhu Pavilion, known as one of the finest tea houses in Lin'an Prefecture, was serene and tranquil. The gentle glow and elegant fragrance permeated every corner of the hall, making it a favored gathering place for many young nobles and high-rank cultivators.
Soft murmurs arose throughout the hall, their sound subdued and not too noisy, thanks to a special soundproof formation.
Disguised, Su Jinxuan sat alone in a corner, her plain looks making her unnoticeable. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly as she gazed out at the familiar yet strange Lin'an Prefecture, lost in thought.
