It was just turning autumn. Inside Holy King Palace, Yang Jian was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea and admiring the garden scenery.
He wore a loose embroidered robe, his expression gentle and kindly; no one would have imagined he had once been a great general who had won illustrious battle merits in the founding of the Great Cang Dynasty.
"I never thought you'd have such leisure and elegance now. Do you have no higher pursuit in life anymore?"
A woman's voice rang out in the garden, startling Yang Jian into turning his head. He saw An Xin walking in through the courtyard's arched gate, with Shen Zhen following behind her, and another person behind Shen Zhen.
When Yang Jian saw the last person clearly, his expression changed drastically. He immediately stood and dropped straight to his knees.
"Your disciple Yang Jian greets Master."
Gu An walked at the very back. Hearing Yang Jian's words, he did not answer right away, but turned his gaze toward the garden.
The layout and scenery of this garden were exactly the same as a garden from the Third Medicine Valley back then. It seemed Yang Jian truly did miss the past.
An Xin came up before Yang Jian and said irritably, "So you still know you have a master? After all these years, why didn't you go visit Master? Don't tell me you couldn't find him. As long as you had the heart, would a million years not be enough for you to search?"
Yang Jian looked up and said helplessly, "Although I've already gone into seclusion, I can't leave the Great Cang Dynasty. The dynasty has stood until today, with enemies all under heaven. I truly had the will but not the strength."
An Xin snorted and said no more, instead walking