Prosperous and honored men who do not return home are like wearing fine clothes while walking by night.
Li Mu Yang had once been Jiangnan City's most famous useless young man. After entering Starry Sky Academy, achieving success in his studies, and becoming a disciple of the academy's three great instructors, the thing he looked forward to most was waiting for the school's annual holiday, borrowing a White Crane from Senior Brother Wuyou, and imitating the way Senior Brother Wuyou had once delivered his admission notice—riding the crane to Jiangnan. No, forget that. He would ride it down to Jiangnan.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, is that the Li family's child, Li Mu Yang?"
"I heard this child has really made something of himself. Who could have imagined he would achieve so much?"
"Raise a son like Li Mu Yang. If that boy of ours were even half as promising, I could die with my eyes closed."
Whether it was praise to Li Mu Yang's face or gossip behind his back, everyone showered praise on the achievements he had made.
Of course, Young Master Mu Yang did not care about such empty fame now. But his parents certainly did, and so did Li Sinian.
Wherever his father Li Yan and mother Luo Qi went, the surrounding neighbors greeted them with respect and beaming smiles, raising their thumbs in praise of them for giving birth to such a fine son as Li Mu Yang.
Although his father Li Yan was taciturn, his heart must have been blooming with joy. His mother Luo Qi would surely smack him on the shoulder and say, "Good son, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you."
This was the little happiness Li Mu Yang wanted.
Unfortunately, before he could fulfill that ideal,