Inside Prince Jing Mansion.
A similarly dressed ordinary spy knelt halfway on the ground, speaking towards a room with closed doors and windows.
On the window paper, the silhouette of a man with the body of a tiger and the arms of a gorilla was also reflected.
"Come in," came the steady voice of a middle-aged man.
The spy then stood up, cautiously pushed open the door, stepped in, and his gaze slightly lifted before falling again.
On the huge desk in the room, the most space was occupied by a precious bonsai, within which a small tree with deep red old pines was vigorous and powerful.
A refined middle-aged man sat in the chair, his arms wrapped with three coils totaling one hundred and eight extremely rare Bodhi beads.
His appearance seemed youthful, but the gray at his temples revealed his real age was slightly more than it appeared.
His face was handsome and his demeanor exceptional.
