C849 Words yin-yang cloud black gate

The five-storey teahouse was decorated in an antique manner.

Quan Lengan casually spoke a few sentences and the waitress, whose face was full of smiles, led us to a large room on the top floor. Afterwards, she took Quan Lengan's tip and left.

Before we could knock on the door, it had already opened soundlessly.

Her heart thumped heavily