The Bamboo Grove Courtyard, refined house elegant.
On the yellow pear wood table, a small teapot emits a delicate fragrance, just right for the Purple-eyed Crow, as it holds a warm teacup in its "hand," only an inch high, sipping slowly.
There's a delicate little chair on the table, it sits lazily on it, saying: "Without Day Gold, lacking Secret Scripture, if it were me, I'd certainly not participate."
Ling Yu heard it mention Day Gold, and suddenly felt something was off, his chest lacked the heavy sensation, dozens of Day Gold seemed missing.
Then, he let out a muffled groan, his face unsightly, saying: "My gold ticket... only one left!"
Master Wu took a small sip of tea, saying: "This... speaks of integrity, a gentleman loves wealth, gaining it with propriety."
Tang Jin, tall and slender, not shorter than Ling Yu, her legs straight and long, walked a few steps in the room, her posture light and graceful.
