The lights were dim in Glass City at night.
The crane flew into a deep street with winding paths. Black bamboo trees stood on both sides of the street, and there was only one mansion around.
Glazed tiles and red painted columns filled the area, and at one glance, the courtyard of the mansion seemed empty. But if one listened carefully, one would find that guards hid in every corner of the courtyard.
If one did not take notice of the plaque 'Feng Manor' placed at the gate of the mansion, one would have mistaken it for the chief's manor in Glass City.
Inside Feng Manor, an old man in blue was diagnosing a young man on the bed. The old man was thin with white hair and beard, and his eyes glimmered from time to time.
"President, how is Young Master's body?" Standing beside the bed was the old man in yellow whom Ye Lingyue met by the river during the day. On the bed lay the sick Young Master Feng Shen.
