Chapter 50

　　Outside the city, the long grass swayed with the early morning breeze.

The waterfowl in the reeds by the lake flapped its wings in the first ray of sunlight in the morning, and the birds in the forest began to sing when the first drops of dew fell.

In a thatched hut, a woman clothed in a worn-out robe and wooden hairpin boiled the first pot of tea in the morning and poured it into a white porcelain bowl, seeming to be waiting for some guests.

Half a stick of incense had burned and there was finally a sound of fine footsteps outside the fence of the wooden house, and a man with white hair and red robe stepped on the green grass and slowly stepped into the house.

Hearing the sound, Sophia turned around and looked at the person who came with a smile and said, \"You are really on time, the fifteenth of every month is here as scheduled.\"

Baron sat down, picked up the thick tea bowl on the wooden table, took a sip, and said, \"Maybe your boiled