The nights in Imperial Capital during the height of summer could be quite scorching, like a massive furnace.
Today, however, the Mo Family home was festooned with colorful decorations and brightly lit; within the expansive courtyard, members of two generations of the family were present.
Elder Mo sat in the central position, visibly pleased as could be, holding a cane in his hand and still slightly shaking it. Ye Ling couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself that the old man was indeed a sly fox.
Just a moment ago, Elder Mo had discarded his cane, only to ponder for a moment before picking it up to lean on it once more.
"If you're going to use a cane, just use it. What's with all the trembling? Where did that energy of a young man go? Life really is a play, it's all about acting," Ye Ling mused to himself.
