Drawing Qi Across Space

As night fell, within the Court of Rites, stood grand palaces and towering buildings.

"My son, pay your respects to your godfather."

A figure clad in regal purple, donning a black hat and sporting snowy-white hair, bowed deferentially to a frail and aged eunuch seated at the main position, displaying an obsequious demeanor.

The frail and aged eunuch, leisurely sipping tea, remarked nonchalantly, "Oh! Isn't this Cao Zhengchun from the Eastern Depot?"

"Why does the old man remember this old man today?"

Cao Zhengchun grinned broadly, ingratiatingly stating, "Godfather jests. Zhen Chun's current cultivation and status owe entirely to godfather's nurturing."

"I, Cao Zhengchun, am but a dog of my godfather. Whatever task you assign me, I shall dutifully fulfill. How would I dare to betray my master?"

Setting down his teacup, the old eunuch chuckled, "Speak, what business brings you to me today?"