Jixiang Tea House was nestled in a small alley, an establishment aged with years.
The dark wooden planks of the building made it clear that it was old.
Such old architecture was not uncommon in Yanjing. After all, as the ancient capital of six dynasties, these old buildings were everywhere.
Chu Feng parked his car at the entrance of the alley and went alone into the tea house.
The tea house was obviously booked for the day as there was no one on the first floor.
An old man in a blue shirt was sitting at the counter, dazed, and did not react at all to Chu Feng's arrival.
After taking a look at the old man in the blue shirt, Chu Feng went straight up to the second floor.
In fact, the second floor was arranged just like the first, with neither private rooms nor elegant seats.
It was just another hall, albeit slightly more refined in its setup.
Chu Feng immediately spotted the senior who had saved him at Broken Wave Cliff last time, seated by a window.
