The mansion was brightly lit; the two of them walked along a small path paved with white marble stones toward the front, where there stood a white wall. Moving forward along the pavilion, they came to a crescent-shaped archway with the words "Shao Hua" carved on a black plaque.
Within the courtyard, there were rock gardens, flowing water, and pavilions—everything one might find in a small manor.
Ah Mo pushed open the door and gestured for Shao He to enter. Pei Huaian lay weakly on a soft couch, his forehead covered with dense sweat, his complexion pale and frightening.
"You've arrived." Upon seeing his visitor, Pei Huaian squeezed out a bitter smile.