Inside the room, sixteen oil lamps illuminated every corner.

On one side was a desk cluttered with drafts, and on the other, a tea table with a cushion by a small window.

Xu Qingzhou sat cross-legged in front of the tea table, preparing tea with water.

Dressed in a loose scholar's robe, he exuded an easygoing and slightly lazy demeanor, yet his youthful appearance was full of vitality.