The convoy slowly came to a stop before a courtyard that blended classical charm with modern design.
Lush trees spread like canopies here, flowers bloomed in splendid profusion, and traditional upturned eaves coexisted harmoniously with sleek glass curtain walls. A smooth concrete road stretched deep into the courtyard.
Three black sedans silently halted outside the courtyard gate.
Three people had already been waiting at the entrance—a vigorous man in his sixties stood at the front, with a caregiver beside him carefully supporting an imposing elder of around eighty.
On either side of the gate, two armed guards stood solemnly like bronze statues, their sharp gazes sweeping across the security perimeter.
When Gong Qing in the rear car and Lu Xiaoying in the middle car saw the two elderly men waiting at the entrance, it was as though countless thunderbolts had exploded in their minds.
The octogenarian being supported—even through the car window, they recognized him at once. That face often appeared at the start of television broadcasts...
And the vigorous elder in his sixties was unmistakably someone who had been active in recent years...
Lu Xiaoying instinctively clutched Lu Xuan's sleeve tightly.
Gong Qing sat frozen in the backseat, unconsciously holding even her breath. She felt hot blood rush straight to her head, nearly fainting from excitement.
Oh my heavens! I'm not dreaming, am I?
Gong Qing instinctively pinched her thigh hard. The sharp pain immediately brought her fully awake—this was not a dream, but reality unfolding before her.
Only then did they truly understand the weight carried by the three words "Qingquan Mountain."
At this moment, Gong Qing hurriedly took several deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
The elite guard in the front passenger seat got out crisply and opened the rear door for Gong Qing.
Gong Qing