All the elderly ladies took turns praising Young Master Yan with envious expressions.
Their flattery overwhelmed the Old Master. "It's still quite okay."
Yan Rusheng stood at the same spot without moving an inch.
An old lady holding a long sword waved at him. She smiled brightly and said, "Young guy, come over."
She scurried over to Yan Rusheng, and when she reached him, she gripped his arm before enthusiastically pulling him towards a group of ladies.
"Our group lacks young people like you who can add vitality and energy."
Since he had a good-looking face, all the elderly ladies gave him special treatment. They volunteered to teach him taiji moves.
And they kept mentioning their grandsons and grandsons-in-law and compared them with him.
As he surveyed their smiling faces, Young Master Yan was crumbling from the inside and he was nearing a breakdown.
