Evening approached.
The setting Sun bathed the exquisite buildings of the Central District in its languid yellow light, creating a tapestry of shadows amongst the skyscrapers that seemed to mirror the light itself, offering a visually stunning impact that resonated with the soul.
"Jack, feel free to visit more often. I'm usually home unless something urgent comes up," General Vance said with a smile as he escorted Chen Lun to the door.
After a full day of congenial company, their relationship had grown closer.
"No problem, General," Chen Lun responded with a polite smile.
He balanced himself on the Silver Staff in his left hand and with a slight flick of his right, a bottle of red wine quietly appeared in his palm. The dark green, carved bottle was exquisite, and its cork, made of oak, was topped with an ivory horse head.
