Looking at the lively, heartwarming scene, a warm, nostalgic smile slowly appeared on Elder Cang's aged face.
"It has been a very, very long time since this place was this lively," he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of emotion.
Su Qinglan walked gracefully beside him without interrupting, enjoying the serene atmosphere.
After a long, quiet silence, Elder Cang suddenly began speaking again. "When Lord An Mo's father and mother were still alive..."
His voice became distant, as though his mind were wandering back through thousands of years.
"The entire estate was always full of life and laughter. His Lordship was still a tiny child back then. He would often run through these very forests, playing tag with the spiritual plant spirits all day until sunset."
A gentle smile appeared on the old man's face, but... it slowly faded away into a somber shade.
