Three days later, after the rain, the sky cleared.
Zhao Sheng strolled into Qidan Pavilion.
No sooner had he stepped through the door than he was recognized, prompting a clerk to hurry to the back yard to inform the shopkeeper.
Soon enough, a short, chubby elder scurried to the front hall. Upon seeing Zhao Sheng, he said with an ingratiating smile, "Senior, your timing is perfect. Please come with me, the Special Envoy has been waiting for quite a while."
"Oh, please lead the way." Zhao Sheng replied.
The short, chubby elder nodded in agreement, bowed, and led Zhao Sheng to the back, crossing through a courtyard before arriving at an elegantly unique private room.
The short, chubby elder took his leave, and a maid served Spiritual Tea.
At this moment, Zhao Sheng sat on a wooden chair, took a sip of the Spiritual Tea, and glanced around, scrutinizing the arrangement of the room.