The windblown city faced the morning rain, which dampened the light dust; the courtyard was lush and green, with fresh willow colors.
At the City Lord's Mansion, Li Yan, dressed in black martial attire, was practicing his spear. Li Yan knew no other cultivation methods; since childhood, he had learned only the Lu clan's Heavenly King Spear Technique.
He had never mastered it. He could barely even defend himself. On the Martial Path, he was truly inferior to his own son, Li Mu Yang—not to mention even his daughter.
Still, he was extremely satisfied with the life he led and everything he possessed.
If not for the upheaval in Tiandu City, then for this honest and hardworking middle-aged man, that would have been the pinnacle of his life.
After finishing a rather ordinary set of the Heavenly King Spear Technique, Li Yan put away his spear and went inside. Seeing the food on the table, his expression changed drastically. "Gumdrops soup again?"
Luo Qi came out of the kitchen carrying several small dishes and said with a smile, "It's our son's favorite."
"How long have we been eating gumdrop soup nonstop? A month? Three months? Or half a year? Ever since Mu Yang came back and left last time, our breakfast hasn't changed at all, has it?"
Luo Qi widened her eyes angrily. "Not happy? Then don't eat it. Make your own."
"No, no." Li Yan hurriedly denied it. "I just wanted to discuss something with Madam. Could we change up our breakfast? Even eating something different every other day would be fine."
Luo Qi's eyes suddenly reddened. She said sorrowfully, "Poor Mu Yang. Who knows how he's doing out there? Does he get to eat gumdrop soup every morning?"
"If he got up and ate gumdrop soup every day,