At fifty, one knows their celestial destiny.
Zhang Jian, after a few attempts to persuade, readily agreed.
"Uncle Hu, once you return to Fengxi, I'll have the elders of the family help you find a proper wife locally, to carry on your lineage!"
Hu Shan was taken aback, his old face slightly flushed, while Zhang Lu teased beside him with a laugh.
"Old Hu, aren't you going to thank the Young Master!"
Hu Shan sincerely bowed, for at his age, he longed to return to his roots. If he could find a widow and have his own children, enjoying family bliss, that would be best.
Hu Shan looked at Zhang Jian with immense gratitude.
Then he rose and left.
Zhang Lu, watching Hu Shan's departing figure, felt a bit melancholic. People would age and leave, but only someone like the Young Master, immersed in cultivation, could grasp time and savor the longer years.
As he witnessed the departure of the old Guard Captain, Zhang Jian's heart became even more resilient.
