Chapter 44
Author: Odessa
last update2026-09-12 21:51:17

The tea house was a structure of refined elegance, perched precariously on a cliffside that overlooked the sprawling valley below.

Its walls were made of polished cedar, and the air inside carried the sharp, comforting scent of roasted jasmine and aged parchment.

Merchant Master Jin sat at the center of a circular table, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient cadence against the polished surface.

He was a man who smelled of expensive incense and cold, hard currency.

Behind him, two massive g
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