"Why have you returned so quickly? Is something happening?"
Zhao Douan nodded: "I must see the Heavenly Master."
The few people exchanged looks, sensing the seriousness in his tone. They revived their spirits and immediately led the two, master and servant, towards the courtyard of Zhang Yan Yi.
But when they pushed open the door deep within the courtyard, they were all stunned.
In the tranquil courtyard, Zhang Yan Yi stood under a large banyan tree, hands behind his back, gazing upward with a grave expression at the tree's crown.
The large banyan tree, which should have been lush and vibrant in the spring, had one-half of its crown still flourishing with vibrant life.
However, the other half of the crown seemed as if in late autumn; the leaves were golden, and as the spring breeze passed through the courtyard, the golden leaves rustled down, carpeting the ground.
A desolate and bleak scene.
"This..."
