[Feng Shui Huan] Guild Hall.
Inside an ancient-style garden building, a man dressed in a Chinese retro short jacket sat in the pavilion, fiddling with a tea set.
The man looked to be in his thirties, with the slanted button-up of his jacket meticulously fastened to his neck. His hairstyle was an old-fashioned side part, but combined with his deep-set, contemplative yet slightly smiling eyes, it looked natural and harmonious.
At first glance, he seemed as if he had stepped out of Andy Lau's "Days of Being Wild."
Amidst the chirping birds and fragrant flowers in the courtyard, a young man dressed in a gray long shirt hurriedly walked into the pavilion along the corridor and respectfully bowed to the man sipping tea.
"Master, it's confirmed that it's in that trial map, just as you calculated."
"Hmm." The man took a sip of tea, saying no more.
The young man was unsure and tentatively said, "Master, should we send someone to investigate?"
