Now, the summer has silently passed, and autumn is on the horizon.
Without notice, a breeze has already swept through the Tang Family's old residence.
After yesterday's revelries, the Tang Family's home appeared in disarray; the servants had risen early to start cleaning up.
Last night, Tang Zhong and Jiang Weiwei had been admiring the moon until midnight, parting reluctantly to return to their bedrooms. Even Tang Zhong, the Martial Arts Grandmaster, was somewhat stirred, tossing and turning, unable to sleep; only just before dawn did he finally drift off. However, as a Grandmaster, sleep was not particularly important for Tang Zhong. He rose early, still refreshed, and stretched with a yawn as he stepped out of his bedroom, looking over the Tang Family's estate.
The feeling was very good.
He had finally returned to the Tang Family, accompanied by his father!
Now, the greatest regret for Tang Zhong was his parents' inability to speak; it remained the most pressing issue.
