After Yuan Zheng and the others left, Wang Ping said, "You three, have a seat..."
After beckoning them, he walked toward the main house almost subconsciously. The moment he entered, his consciousness seemed to freeze. It was as if he had fallen into a dream again, a torrent of emotions rising within him. Yet, on the surface, he managed a slight smile. Looking at Yu Lian, who had followed him in, he said, "I've been in seclusion for too long. I'm a bit out of it."
Yu Lian remained silent, choosing not to contradict him at this moment.
The room's furnishings were just as Wang Ping remembered. His eyes quickly swept over the meditation cushion his master used to use, then, as if not daring to linger, he casually picked up the brazier by the door and left the room.
