Lu Dongsheng had seen a lot in his time, but when he saw the man who walked in, his expression was still one of shock, and he nearly shattered the teacup lid he was holding in his hand.
"Uncle, long time no see." The man walked up to Lu Dongsheng and bowed respectfully.
Lu Dongsheng stared at Lu Yu with wide eyes, a myriad of things suddenly clicking into place for him—mysteries that had previously puzzled him now had answers.
"Lu Yu?!" Lu Dongsheng said in a heavy tone.
This was his nephew, one of the people he valued and held most dear.
Yet now, he seemed so unfamiliar.
His transformation was so drastic, his frame lean and hunched over, his back severely bent forward.
His hair was fine, long, and lifeless, streaked with an abundance of gray among the black.
His face was lined with wrinkles, deeply etched, making him appear much older than his actual age.
Lu Dongsheng held a high position and took care of his appearance, looking tall and robust, in the prime of life.
