The tea master at the tea shop could no longer afford to chat idly with the refined guest, his shoulder still draped with a towel soaked in hot water. He hurried out of the tea shop and leaned against the wooden post supporting the building, gazing into the distance.
Today, the weather was not particularly good, especially gloomy earlier, with layered clouds dark as ink. At that moment, however, a magnificent sword qi swept across the heavens, splitting the gloomy clouds to let through faint golden rays of sunlight, a sight stunningly beautiful.
The old man unconsciously held his breath.
Inside the tea shop, the elder who had once led the Six Kingdoms in alliances against the Qin State drank the last of his cold tea, slowly stood up, glanced outside at the scenery, and muttered to himself,
"Such is the spirit of a scholar."
