Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall.
In the Jiangnan-style detached courtyard prepared specially to settle his parents, there was a Little Bridge and Flowing Water, the corridor was deep and winding, elegant and tranquil.
In the dining room, Yang Chuxue was already busy in the kitchen. For cultivators who had reached their Realm, they had long since no need to eat grains. Even when Lin Guang got greedy and wanted his wife to cook, Yang Chuxue normally wouldn't make him any dishes. But now that their son was back after leaving Earth for thirty years, she was naturally happily bustling about.
"Looks like in my wife's eyes, this old fellow will never compare to our son." Lin Guang walked into the kitchen, looked at the busy Yang Chuxue, and said with a hint of sourness.
"Wash your hands and come help." Yang Chuxue rolled her eyes at him and said.
Lin Guang really did roll up his sleeves and started helping wash and cut vegetables, doing some odd jobs.
