In late spring in the south, the drizzle is like silk, lingering over Qingyan Town. This small town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, exuding simplicity and tranquility. Every piece of bluestone seems to hide a story of the years. In the town, Chen Feng was sitting in the main room of his ancestral house. The sunlight filtered through the carved window lattice and fell on the ancient Feng Shui books he was studying intently.
