Chapter 4 - 3: The Dying Man
Not far from the fortune-telling stall, two people were seated by the window inside the teahouse.
One man, one woman.
The man had a handsome appearance and an elegant Confucian temperament, his hair fastened with a purple sandalwood hairpin, looking to be around thirty years old.
Hearing what the young man had said, the middle-aged man couldn't help but give a wry laugh, "Daytime thoughts become nighttime dreams; it seems that colleague's wife must be very charming to make him so obsessed."
The woman sitting opposite the middle-aged man had a curvaceous and graceful figure.
She was dressed in a light purple gown, her satin-like waist-length hair pouring down like a waterfall, her features veiled by a mist, indistinct, dreamlike and illusory. She seemed both a girl and a woman, with a charm that was extraordinary.
The woman rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly at the pedestrians on the street, lost in thought, silent.
The middle-aged man was named Leng Chaosong, the lord of Tianqing Manor.
From a young age, he was interested in studying ancient and modern scripts. He was versed in medicine, astronomy, geography, and various arts and crafts, having studied at Dufeng Academy and followed the teachings of Confucianism. He reached the Great Profound Sect Master before turning seventeen, distinguished without parallel, hailed as the second Zhao Wuxiu.
To know, Zhao Wuxiu was the true number one in the world.
The only one in the Heavenly Human Realm!