Chen Yuan took a deep breath and descended from the void, walking on water as the rain around him parted three feet away. In a mere instant, he arrived a few yards behind his uncle.
Before he could speak, the white-haired old man wearing a straw hat spoke first, his back still turned:
"You've come?"
"I have."
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I still came."
"Is it not good to live a peaceful life in Ping'an County as a constable?"
"It's not what I desire."
After his firm reply, Chen Yuan solemnly bowed:
"Nephew pays his respects to Uncle."
The elder before him was someone he met for the first time since his rebirth, but there was an innate sense of kinship. After all, his previous self, or he, had been raised by his uncle.
The debt of gratitude was immense.
The white-haired elder put down his fishing rod and slowly turned his head, revealing his true face—all white hair yet youthful, with eyes bright and sharp, and a long beard reaching to his waist.
