Xu Wuyi understood his parents' feelings. For ordinary people, war was an interlude; life was the main story.
Now that the war was over, it was only natural to want to return to a familiar place and continue living a familiar life.
"Alright," he said. "I'll go back with you."
"No, don't." Mrs. Xu quickly waved her hand. "You should focus on your own business. You're a Martial Artist now, and a high-ranking one at that; you must have plenty to deal with. The two of us can go back by ourselves. We don't have much to pack anyway."
Just as she spoke, the doorbell rang.
Xu Wuyi got up to open the door.
Standing outside was Qiao An, the Qiao Family's Steward in Linjiang. He wasn't wearing a suit today, but a simple, dark casual outfit. He carried two exquisite gift boxes in his hands.
"Mr. Xu, good morning." Qiao An smiled and nodded. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all. Please, come in."
