"Master!"
Following his parents into the room, Yan Kuan saw a familiar graceful figure step forward to serve tea. It was Saintess Audelan of the Vatican, and also the first woman Yan Kuan had been with in this life.
More than two hundred years had passed, yet Audelan remained as beautiful as ever. Time had left no trace upon her face. Her golden hair flowed like a waterfall, her fair features were filled with holiness, and her sapphire-blue eyes gleamed like jewels.
"Audelan has done very well here these past years. You mustn't let her down."
Yan Kuan's mother took Audelan's hand and placed it in Yan Kuan's. On that slender, soft jade-like wrist, an exquisite bracelet had been preserved with great care.
Yan Kuan said nothing more. Like an ordinary traveler returning home, he simply stayed with his parents.
In the morning, warm sunlight spilled into the spacious courtyard. In one room of the courtyard house, Yan Kuan, sleeping soundly, suddenly heard the patter of skipping footsteps. He knew who had come, but he had no intention of getting out of bed.
"Big brother, shame on you! It's already past ten. Why are you still not up?"
A little girl entered the room. Delicate as a doll, with two horn braids, she was pretty and adorable. It was Xiao Nannan. She came to the bedside and stretched out her tiny hands, trying to pull someone who was sleeping in from the bed.
"Ah... Big brother..."
With a casual tug from Yan Kuan, the little girl landed on the bed. Then Yan Kuan pulled the quilt over her, sealing Xiao Nannan within the warm bedding. After mumbling a couple of words, she obediently nestled in Yan Kuan's arms and fell silent.
"You brat, how old are you already? All