The scenery in the courtyard was different from what the three had imagined, serene yet very casual.
A pool and a view were just ordinarily unique, with no fluctuations of Spiritual Power, not at all like the residence of a Great cultivator.
Mr. Zhuang was also different from their expectations. Though he had a handsome and dashing appearance and bore the vicissitudes of time, he seemed to lack the temperament they had imagined.
Aunt Xue's expression was respectful as she pondered in her heart.
Before leaving, the lady had shown her a portrait in which the man stood with his hands behind his back atop a mountain, like a fully unveiled immortal sword. His presence, haughty and disdainful, as if he alone reigned supreme over all under heaven, was nearly too intimidating to directly behold.
Now Mr. Zhuang lay in a bamboo chair, idly swaying, appearing very... lazy.
If it weren't for the portrait, one would almost refuse to believe they were the same person.
