Two old men entered the Golden Jade Grand Restaurant.
The one in front leaned on a cane and wore a fisherman's hat. The other followed respectfully close behind, his hands folded before his chest, ready to act in an instant no matter what happened.
The staff of the Golden Jade Grand Restaurant had seen plenty and possessed a sharp eye. Although the two old men were dressed plainly, the nobility radiating from their very bones—the arrogance cultivated from dwelling above others for years—was almost fused with their Mental Power.
"Would you like a private room on the third or fourth floor?" the waiter hurried over to ask.
"No need. Find us a seat in Great Tang," the old man with the cane said casually.
The waiter led them up to the second floor. After looking around, he wore an embarrassed expression. "Sorry, there aren't any spare tables right now... Would you be willing to share a table?"
The waiter had already prepared himself for them to refuse or even lose their temper. Yet the old man with the cane actually nodded. "That's fine."
If anyone who knew these two old men had witnessed this scene, their jaw would certainly have dropped.
Because these two were none other than the Jing family patriarch, Jing Qingfu, and his most loyal Running Dog—the old steward!
Countless people had assumed that Jing Qingfu should be lying half-dead in a hospital bed, incontinent and waiting to stretch out his legs at any moment, after which his entire family would feast on his corpse. Yet he had actually managed to walk out of Jing Garden!
Although he leaned on a cane, although he walked very slowly... he had still retained full bodily function!
The difference between a lucid Jing Qingfu who could live for a while