"He's here."
Sitting in the rocking chair, Yang Guohong opened his eyes and smiled at Lu Zixun as if he had known that Lu Zixun would return.
"Um."
Nodding, Lu Zixun jumped onto Yang Guohong's lap with practiced ease.
"How has your health been lately, old man?"
Last time, Yang Guohong had said that his days were numbered.
But today, Lu Zixun thought, this old man seemed healthier than anyone.
Yang Guohong, whose mind was as clear as a mirror, naturally knew what Lu Zixun wanted to ask.
He reached out and stroked Lu Zixun's back, saying lightly, "Some things can't be settled just by being physically healthy."
There was more to his words.
Enjoying Yang Guohong's massage, Lu Zixun narrowed his eyes: "A curse?"
"Yes, but not quite."
Yang Guohong smiled but clearly didn't want to continue the topic: "You're here this time to enter the Trial Land, right?"
Lu Zixun wasn't one to pry too deep.
