Zhang Family Hall, Young Master Qee of the Zhang Family was leisurely sipping a cup of clear tea, seated on an ancient Taishi Chair.
The entire Zhang Family Courtyard, not only maintained its antique exterior, but even the interior was filled with an ancient charm. Aside from a few lamps, one could hardly find any modern conveniences.
The very Taishi Chair on which Young Master Qee sat also had an unknown number of years behind it. However, it was very well preserved, which showed how meticulous the people of the Zhang Family were.
Suddenly, someone hurriedly ran into the hall from the entrance, it was Zhao Dongming.
Zhao Dongming's injuries had healed, and seeing Young Master Qee, he let out a soft sigh of relief and walked over with a bow.
"Young Master Qee!" Zhao Dongming said in a low voice.
"Is it over?" Young Master Qee asked.
"It's over!" Zhao Dongming nodded.
"How did it go?" Young Master Qee asked.
