It seemed as though the sky of Yandu had sensed the unusual nature of the night, for as the financial summit ended, a torrential downpour began to lash the heavens!
To many in Yandu, this was destined to be a sleepless night, one of storm and tempest…
In an old-fashioned study within the Su Family compound, an elderly man sat in a sandalwood chair, slowly brewing a pot of tea; the fragrance gradually drifting to every corner of the study.
At that moment, there came a gentle knocking at the door, followed by a creak as it opened, and an elderly man, hunched over, entered the room.
He wore a grayish-brown hemp robe and sat down silently across from the older man.
"Master, it's been a few years since you last brewed tea,"
he said softly.
"Yes, I've grown rusty at it,"
the older man replied with a slight smile before pouring a cup for the man in the hemp robe:
"Old friend, try to enjoy it as best as you can."
The man in the hemp robe picked up the cup and sipped lightly:
