Liuzhou, Yan Family, Back Courtyard.
The former Sect Master Yan Hanqing was sitting in front of the carriage, puffing on a pipe. He wasn't actually very old, not yet sixty, but he had already stepped down, passing the position of Sect Master to Yan Shihai.
He looked troubled, a "chuan" character etched on his forehead.
He had once been a dashing and elegant man, but now, dressed in rough clothing, he looked just like an ordinary coachman.
The tobacco in the pipe had long gone out, yet he kept on puffing subconsciously, as if lost in thought.
At the moon gate of the back courtyard, Yan Shihai said to Yan Shaomian with a smile, "Shaomian, the Lingshan Hall Collection and Nangong Collection are absolute skills created by our Yan Family ancestors. The cultivation techniques in them are all-encompassing. You have the most talent; you must practice well."
Yan Shaomian nodded silently.
