Early morning.
Zheng Fa, holding a stack of papers with talismanic diagrams, walked into the study of the Seventh Young Master.
In the morning light, the Seventh Young Master was sitting by the desk, with unkempt hair and a weary face, not even washed, slowly dozing off.
Compared to the refined appearance when Zheng Fa first saw him, the Seventh Young Master now looked rather shabby.
Hearing the sound of Zheng Fa entering, the Seventh Young Master showed no reaction and continued to sleep soundly, a trace of drool nearly dropping onto an open talismanic diagram on the desk.
Zheng Fa placed the papers in his hand on the desk in front of him.
Awakened by his action, the Seventh Young Master slowly raised his head, glanced at Zheng Fa, and then at the new papers Zheng Fa had brought.
"What is this?"
"Today's task," Zheng Fa replied with a gentle smile.
