It was early autumn, and in the Holy King Palace, Yang Jian sat in the courtyard, sipping tea and enjoying the scenery.
He wore a loose embroidered robe, his expression gentle, making it hard to believe he was once the great general who helped establish the Tai Cang Dynasty with great achievements.
"I didn't expect you to be so leisurely now; do you no longer have higher pursuits in life?"
A female voice rang out in the garden, startling Yang Jian to turn his head, only to see An Xin entering through the garden's archway, followed by Shen Zhen, and behind Shen Zhen was someone else.
When Yang Jian saw who that last person was, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately stood up and knelt on the ground.
"Disciple Yang Jian pays respects to Master."
Gu An walked at the end, and upon hearing Yang Jian's words, he did not respond immediately but instead glanced around the garden.
