And at the time when Yu County was abuzz with commotion,
everyone thought that Chen Mu, who was supposedly in seclusion to suppress the Demonic Qi, was leisurely making his way alone to the eastern side of the Yu Family's residence.
Here lay the Ancient Courtyard, a spacious compound, and in the middle of the courtyard, on a reclining chair, an old man with all-white hair was basking in the Taiyin, as a few kingfishers suddenly flew down onto his shoulder, chirping away.
The elder casually stretched out a hand, grabbed a handful of millet from beside him, spread it open on his palm, and a few kingfishers fluttered over, landing next to his palm to peck at the millet, a scene of harmony.
"Old Master, you seem to be quite at ease these days."
Chen Mu stepped into the courtyard and spoke leisurely to Yu Jiujiang on the recliner.
