Zhou Laowai suddenly felt a bit weary. He didn't know how much longer he could endure these days. Back then, to save his life, he reluctantly followed the Old Palace Master, and it's been twenty years since.
He thought he could make a name for himself, he thought he could achieve his grand ambitions by following the Old Palace Master.
But in the end, the red silk thread belonged to someone else, and what was his original dream? After so many years, he surprisingly couldn't recall.
Zhou Laowai pondered over and over and didn't notice someone had come in behind him.
It was only when the person behind him gave a sudden cough that his thoughts were pulled back.
He turned to look and found that the visitor was the Old Palace Master. He hurried forward to greet him, saying, "I didn't know you'd come, Old Palace Master, my apologies for not welcoming you from afar."
