Feng Qingyang couldn't help but nod.
Qu Feiyan whispered from the side, "The fish and shrimp are cooked."
Zhao Rong invited with a smile, "Elder Feng, please join us for some."
Linghu Chong didn't wait for the elder to refuse before he got the bowls and chopsticks ready.
Feng Qingyang was slightly taken aback; it had been many years since he had experienced such a scene.
Beside him, Linghu Chong, pouring wine, thought to himself, "To think that today I could share a drink with Great Uncle Master Feng, truly a great pleasure in life."
Feeling overwhelmed with joy, he accidentally spilled some wine.
Yue Ling Shan's heart was filled with curiosity and complexity, "Why does Great Uncle Master choose to live in seclusion, why doesn't he meet with us? Alone on Remorse Cliff, how desolate that must be."
Thinking about this, she felt a tug at her heart, worried for the elder's daily life on the mountain.
