The back courtyard was lush with greenery, a few old locust trees twisted and spread their branches, casting a dense shadow like a canopy, enveloping the entire courtyard in a refreshing green ambiance.
The wind rustled through the leaves, adding a touch of tranquility.
Red Wood hurried through the winding corridors, heading straight to the back courtyard to pay respects to his father.
But just as he stepped into the courtyard, his gaze fell on the figure standing under the corridor, and he suddenly froze.
It was as if he was pulled back by an invisible rope, his entire body stiffened and he couldn't take another step.
"Father?"
He called softly, his voice carrying a hint of unnoticeable bewilderment.
But in his heart, waves surged with relentless intensity.
In the eyes of ordinary mortals, his father under the corridor appeared no different from normal days, but there was an added sense of serene spirit between his brows.
