The Duke's Mansion of the Fire Cave Dynasty was no bigger than an ordinary manor.
There were a little over a dozen servants in the mansion, just enough to handle the miscellaneous chores.
It was a clear sign of its decline.
Stepping through the Crescent Gate, Bai Mo saw the so-called duke.
He was a very old man. His face was covered in sagging wrinkles, and his eyes were nearly hidden by drooping eyelids.
The young Yuan Kang sprinted over, kicking up a gust of wind.
"Grandfather, look who I brought back!"
One could tell that in his youth, the old duke must have been a brawny warrior. Now, however, the weight of his years had become too much to bear.
Under an apricot tree, he was slumped in a lounge chair, drowsy and listless, while a servant fanned him with a cattail fan, bringing a hint of cool relief.
"Heh heh, Kang'er, you're back."
The old duke laboriously turned his head and immediately saw the three figures at the entrance.
