Feng Yi continued his walk up the mountain.
The ancestral home on the mountain still looked the same, barely changed at all.
Mute Uncle was also the same as ever, looking spry, just that he had switched to a new phone again, the latest smart device in a particularly limited edition. This setup made gaming wickedly smooth.
When Feng Yi arrived, Mute Uncle was playing a competitive game and picking on elementary schoolers.
Mute Uncle had no shortage of various tonics and food. What Feng Yi brought him were a few types of pastries made by Bing himself, suitable for someone of Mute Uncle's age.
There were slight changes inside the ancestral hall.
Mute Uncle told Feng Yi that during Qingming festival, a few of the young lads from the Feng Family of Yang City had come by.
Feng Yi first came to offer incense and placed a few confectionery offerings.
"I heard that Old Man Feng wants to move this ancestral hall?" Feng Yi asked Mute Uncle.
