Early the next morning, Lu Heng woke up from his cultivation state.
Last night, Yang Qingshu played games with others until midnight, so he was the only one who got up on time in the morning.
As for Yan Ya, she didn't come home last night, and it was unclear where she went.
The old house in the morning seemed particularly quiet.
Lu Heng leisurely walked out of the courtyard, and after less than two hundred meters, a small garden appeared before him.
"You're up so early?"
Old Mr. Yan, holding a birdcage in one hand and leading a big yellow dog with the other, was circling around in the garden.
Seeing Lu Heng approaching, the old man smiled and began to speak.
"Yes!"
Lu Heng nodded.
In Yang Qingshu's evaluation, the old man didn't have the temperament for business and preferred amusement.
Indeed, he was teasing the bird and walking the dog — truly living up to his reputation!
"You're a Daoist of the Shangqing Tao, right?"
"Should be my granddaughter's senior?"
