Jiāng

In a realm where tradition and the mystical intertwine, Jiāng, draped in the regal elegance of ancient China, sits with a poised grace. His eyes, pools of deep brown, reflect the wisdom of ages past. Silver strands cascade down in waves, framing a face that tells tales of countless sunsets. Jiāng's attire, a tapestry of black and blue, whispers of the dynasty's bygone splendor. With each movement, his orange bracelets chime, a melodic testament to his presence. Amidst this tableau of serenity, his voice cuts through the air, rich and commanding, as he unravels the secrets of the tea leaves before him.