Yu Capital City, Regent Residence.
In a small backyard, there were a few inconspicuous plants in the flower garden, but the rich spirituality in the yard indicated that these plants were not simple.
An elderly man dressed in plain clothes, with black hair speckled with white at the temples, looked around fifty years old. His face was bright, his temperament gentle, and his eyes held a substantial divine light. Where his glance landed, the plants on the ground seemed to unfold immediately, as if a single look from him could imbue them with spirituality.
It was already chilly in Central State's deep autumn, but this small yard was full of the vigor of spring.
In a city like Yu City, every inch of land is literally worth its weight in gold. Therefore, it was already extraordinary that an old man could possess such a small yard. His identity, though, was even more exceptional.
The old man's name was Qi Yingxuan.
