C36 Establishing Prestige

Dugu Rou's eyes grew colder as she closed the window and returned to her seat at the intricately carved mahogany half-moon table, picking up her teacup.

The door opened, and Mo Hua ushered in an elderly man dressed in a brown robe. His beard, streaked with gray, hung beneath his chin, yet he stood as sturdy as a pine. His features were rugged, his eyes sharp as a hawk's