At 5 a.m., the urban village was no longer deserted. The clattering of various pushcarts and the busy figures of small vendors composed the opening melody for the day's hustle and bustle.
Dressed in neat tracksuits, Qin Fan's family stepped out through the wide-open entrance of their apartment building. Facing the hazy morning air, they started to jog one after another.
"Qin, my young friend!"
As their cheerful jog brought them to the shore of Qingling Lake, a delighted shout interrupted the rhythm of the family of three.
Qin, my young friend? Who is that?
Qin Chu and Wei Shuying were taken aback, their running feet coming to a halt.
In contrast, Qin Fan just smiled helplessly. Who else in all of Jiangzhou City would call me 'my young friend' except for Old Master Ye Congjun?
Sure enough, as Qin Chu and Wei Shuying looked up, they saw Ye Congjun jogging toward them. Since taking the Elixir from Qin Fan, the old man had become hale and hearty, his face glowing with vitality.
