The wooden door opened naturally.
This pretentious routine, Yi Lin disdained to use it, yet unexpectedly, the other party still did.
Yi Lin sighed lightly.
Jian Nanchun stood outside the door, did not enter, and left after cupping his hands in greeting.
Before leaving, Jian Nanchun cast a glance at Yi Lin, as if to say: Junior Brother Lin, pray for your own good fortune.
Right in front of Jian Nanchun, Yi Lin expressionlessly took out "Jian NanChun number two," and slashed it through the air, expressing his longing for Senior Brother Jian Nanchun.
Inside the door were two old men with white hair and youthful faces.
The courtyard was full of purple flowers, with petals falling and covering the ground.
As the breeze blew, the petals would occasionally roll and occasionally rest.
In one corner of the courtyard, grew a bare old tree, forming a stark contrast with the blooming flowers all around.
The two old men were playing chess.
