In a courtyard within the scope of Second Ring Road in Shang Jing…

An old man in a light-colored robe with half-white hair and an inch-long white beard was sitting at a tea table under a Sophora tree. His right hand was holding a fan that looked ordinary, and he was gently waving it.

On the opposite side of him sat a middle-aged man, dressed in dirty black clothes, with some dust on them. His hair was black, long, and dirty, which made him more like a beggar. His ...