Changye, Gu Family Ancestral Hall.
Gu Qilin sat fishing in front of the artificial lake, draped in a thick cloak.
His hair had turned completely gray, and the vitality that was still strong a few years ago now showed signs of decline.
The fishing rod bent, and a few ripples appeared on the lake's surface.
The old man was dozing with his eyes closed.
Nearby, President Zhou Wei, who was napping, heard the faint sound and slowly woke up from his light sleep.
The two had known each other for many years, grew up together, aged together, and now enjoyed a retired life of fishing together, in a life as calm as this lake, rarely stirred by ripples.
But... sometimes there were surprises.
"Wake up."
Zhou Wei spoke, "Old thing, it's time to reel it in."
Gu Qilin, in a sleepy daze, slowly opened his eyes and then stretched lazily.
He didn't reel in the fishing rod but let it struggle, with the ripples on the lake's surface quickly subsiding...
