Noon.
Lu Sung and Lang Cai had their first meal together in half a year.
The two were old partners.
The distance between them.
Vanished in an instant.
After lunch.
They went fishing together for the afternoon, and Lu Sung was gradually adapting to this retired life, eagerly awaiting to see what kind of path Ling, who held the reigns of the stage, would ultimately take this land on.
If things got botched.
He wouldn't accept it.
Couldn't fight it.
But he still had the ability to scold.
...
Evening.
Eating the fish caught from the river, though lacking in culinary skill, they both enjoyed it thoroughly. Knowing that Lu Sung had come, Lang Cai's daughter and son-in-law rushed over as well, and asked the same question as Lang Cai.
"Can't tell you," Lu Sung said, smiling and shaking his head.
"Uncle Lu Sung, tell us what's going on," Lang Cai's eldest daughter said with a smile.
Hearing that.
