C1827 How about We Join Hands?

Behind the Feather Forest Battalion, there was a bamboo grove. As spring warmed the air, a hint of green began to emerge among the bamboo. Deep within the grove stood a simple yet elegant little building, exuding a serene and unworldly charm.

Xiao Minghe, dressed in a black robe, sat at a low table inside the building, surveying the sparse furnishings. Apart from the table and a tea set