They no longer forced the issue.
After chatting for a few more minutes and finishing a few cups of tea, the two went their separate ways.
Unbeknownst to them, hidden in the mountain forests of a remote region, lay a manor steeped in history. Its décor was brimming with classical charm: mahogany pillars, bluestone floors, and white jade railings surrounding the perimeter. The courtyard was filled with flowers and plants, and even the gallery walls were adorned with calligraphy and paintings—any one of which would surely be considered an antique.
In the main hall, an elderly man in a Tang-style jacket, well past his sixtieth year, sat with a posture so robust it made him seem like a young man. A peculiar energy pulsed within his body—the very power possessed by a Martial Artist.
**Chapter 604: The Fan Family**
Chapter 230