The night was shrouded in mist.
At a private estate on the outskirts of Citong.
The rectangular estate was surrounded by walls made of gray stone bricks, adorned with black and white landscape paintings, occasionally with calligraphy imitations.
From a distance, it seemed as if the entire estate was enveloped in literature and art, exuding an aura reminiscent of scholarly ambiance.
Inside the estate, the lights were bright, lanterns swaying with the wind, emitting a pale yellow glow.
In the corners stood copper humanoid lanterns, resembling real lamp bearers, quietly standing with lanterns of light in their hands.
Through the intricately carved doors and windows, a faint yellow light also seeped out, illuminating the estate's ponds and rockeries with extraordinary clarity.
Outside the estate, three sides were dense forests, with a gray driveway on the fourth.
