Li Xiangping walked slowly into the courtyard, gently cradling the Mirror in his hands. The image of Lu Jiangxian within the mirror suddenly awoke, his divine sense sweeping up and down Lijing Mountain, taking in the changes of the past five years in an instant.
"The younger generation of the Li Family has grown up."
Li Xuanxuan, the posthumous child of Li Changhu, was in the courtyard reading a book, flipping the wooden slips back and forth as if preoccupied with something on his mind. Li Xiangping's eldest son, Li Xuanfeng, sat beside a tombstone on the mountainside, his hair disheveled and wearing a vacant expression.
Tian Yun was in the courtyard, cheerily accompanying Li Jingtian with his reading. Li Tongya was out of sight; judging by the days, he should have gone to Guanyun Peak to deliver the tribute, leaving Liu Rouxuan holding their child, Li Xuanling, and talking affectionately.
Retracting his divine sense slowly, Lu Jiangxian looked toward Li Xiangping.
