"Hahaha, Third Ye, ah, it's been so many years, you've aged so much."
When Xiaofan opened the door, he saw a big, burly guy, about the same age as Grandpa, but much broader in stature.
"You glutton, it seems you haven't really controlled your appetite all these years." Ye Aotian also let out a hearty laugh and came over to greet him.
"Hey, you old rascal, why is your mouth still so unforgiving? There are juniors in the back." As Fan Lingtian finished speaking, four young people walked out from behind him.
"Yo, these young lads look pretty spirited. Come on in, have a seat." Seeing his old friend of many years, Ye Aotian's graying hair was a reminder that time changes people and things. In that moment, a flood of memories rushed through his mind. Once they had been through life and death together, now, only the two of them remained.
