"Yes, Master."
Xu Zhan cupped his hands and then retreated.
Holding the "Nine Fiends Gathering Body Technique" in his hands, Shen Wenxing pondered for a long time before heading towards the rear mountain of the manor.
In front of the elegant courtyard, there were two sturdy peach trees with lush branches and leaves.
It was early spring, and the pink peach blossoms were hanging all over the branches.
Under the tree, Lu Zhiyuan in a scholar's robe, whose hair was white as snow, was gazing at the full bloom of peach flowers, lost in thought.
Shen Wenxing, holding the book, walked towards him along the winding bluestone path.
Hearing the commotion, Lu Zhiyuan snapped out of his reverie and turned to look at him.
"Sir."
Shen Wenxing approached and cupped his hands in greeting.
Lu Zhiyuan nodded and smiled, "What brings you to visit this old man today?"
The two walked slowly into the courtyard and sat down in the pavilion.
