By the shores of Hangzhou West Lake, the setting sun stretched the shadow of Leifeng Pagoda long across the water. Zhao Min stood by the lake, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the jade pendant hanging around her neck, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon where water and sky met.
"Right here," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I can feel it... the aura of Green Willow Manor."
I walked over carrying two cups of milk tea, handing one to her. "Drink something first. We've been wandering around here for two days already. What on earth is this 'aura' you keep talking about?"
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