Returning to the mansion, Jun Wu was greeted with a sight that made him pause in surprise.
Elder Peng was dancing back and forth like a restless child, his wide grin stretching from ear to ear.
His steps were clumsy, yet his excitement was unmistakable.
Standing a little distance away, Mao Yun, Hao Ran, and Xinyue watched with faint smiles tugging at their lips.
Their joy was quiet, but it was genuine. They all knew how much this moment meant to the old man.
Hao Ran, watching his master spin and hop with unrestrained happiness, nearly burst into laughter.
Elder Peng looked no different from a boy being handed his very first candle during a festival.
Yet Hao Ran quickly covered his mouth, forcing the sound back into his throat.
If he caught Hao Ran laughing, he would not hesitate to order him to swing the forging hammer a thousand times without pause.
That single punishment alone would leave his arms aching and swollen for days.
