About an hour later, the convoy of black vehicles slowly entered a siheyuan compound in Capital City.
"Doctor Chen, this is the place." After getting out of the car, Chen Zhenjun chose to ignore Captain Qing and the others sent by the old master. He pointed toward the courtyard with a complex expression, his authoritative eyes unconsciously betraying a hint of tension. His rough hands were clenched tightly together.
Chen Fei nodded slightly, though his gaze swept over the siheyuan with an unusual light. He could already sense something was out of the ordinary here. A strong, bitter scent of traditional medicine permeated the air, a mixture of many precious and rare herbs, and… something else. A flicker of an aura that even he found dangerous.
"We'll wait outside," Captain Qing said, stepping out of one of the black cars. He kept glancing furtively into the siheyuan, his eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and wariness.
