"...Thank you."
Meng Chuan shrugged his shoulders slightly and nodded in thanks.
Though this girl seemed a bit reckless, her thoughts were indeed nuanced amidst her roughness.
They left the bustling new street of Linzhou, gradually entering the mountains.
Outside the car window, the heavy-accented noise faded away, and the air became gradually fresher.
The ancestral home of the Yang Family was situated amidst Erlang Mountain, which was known as the "Little Hua Mountain of Northern Qin."
In the distance, they could see a row of red-tiled eaves of the mansion, indicating they were not far.
...
The Yang Family Ancestral Home.
In a garden, an old and a young sat on either side of a stone table engraved with peonies.
The aroma of tea and flowers intermingled, refreshing the heart and mind.
The old man was the patriarch of the Yang Family.
[Yang Zhaoxing of the Spear-Locked Yanmen].
