In late spring in the south, a fine drizzle veiled Qingyan Town in a soft, lingering mist. Nestled between hills and water, the little town had a quiet, old-fashioned charm, and every flagstone seemed to hold a story from ages past. In the ancestral home, Chen Feng sat in the main hall. Sunlight streamed through the carved lattice windows and fell across the ancient feng shui books he was studying intently.
