Wen Qingye led Zhang Xiaoyun, quickening his pace toward the old courtyard. The path was deserted, and they barely saw another soul.
Winding through several shadowed corridors and passing a lush bamboo forest, Wen Qingye finally reached the courtyard that resembled a forsaken palace. He walked straight inside.
Liu Clan was sitting under a tree, gazing at the sky. She let out a sigh and resumed the needlework in her hands.
"Mother!"
Suddenly, Liu Clan heard a familiar voice. Her hands trembled, and her eyes, looking toward the entrance, widened in shock.
"Qingye... Qingye is back." Liu Clan gazed at Wen Qingye, her voice trembling. She looked him up and down repeatedly, nodding nonstop. "Good, good. You've grown so much sturdier."
