C436 Jinling City Annual Meeting

As dusk approached, the veil of nightfall began to settle in.

In a discreet courtyard not far from the Forbidden City, the air was rich with the scent of tea. Outside, the cold was biting, yet inside, warmth enveloped the space like a gentle spring, soothing both body and mind.

A white-haired elder, clad in simple linen, reclined with ease on a wicker chair