On the following morning, in the Jiangdong Suburb.
A standalone villa hidden amidst dense forests and bamboo stands appeared exceptionally tranquil and elegant.
In the study, a wisp of high-quality ambergris rose gently from the corner Bo Shan Burner, infusing the entire room with a pleasant fragrance.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting rays on the glossy nanmu floor like a mirror.
It also shone on the elderly man seated in front of the large rosewood desk, concentrating as he wielded his brush.
The elder wore a well-tailored gray practice clothes, his figure was lean and his hair was graying, yet his waist and back were straight like a pine.
His wrist was steady, using the center brushstroke to swiftly write the characters.
On the mutton fat jade Xuan paper below his brush, the character "藏" was nearing completion.
