Visits from Several Old Friends (Part 2) (Please Subscribe, Please Vote Monthly)

Yang Shu had acted very carefree before his younger brother, but in truth, he also felt somewhat ashamed. When he had first met Wang Ping, Wang Ping had only just entered the realm of cultivation.

Back then, Yang Shu had owed Wang Ping a great favor because his son, Liu Chang, had survived the Flood Crossing. He had originally planned to repay that favor when Wang Ping encountered problems in his cultivation, yet in the blink of an eye, the other man had already become a Fourth Realm cultivator, while he himself was still treading in place.

Yang Shu walked along the little path through the garden. This place was still the same as it had been more than a hundred years ago. Back then, they had gathered here to discuss the trivial matters following the establishment of the Dao Palace and exchange insights into cultivation. He had loved the yellow wine served then most of all. As he passed a Spirit Wood tree, he seemed, in a daze, to see himself playing chess beneath this very tree with Wang Ping.

But then he pressed those thoughts down, for he saw Wang Ping beneath the Huai Tree. He instinctively lowered his head and withdrew his gaze from its wandering observation. Even his Primordial Spirit Consciousness did not dare stir in the slightest.

"Greetings, True Monarch Changqing. May the True Monarch enjoy ten thousand blessings!"

Yang Shu took the initiative to bow.

Having brought him over, Liu Shuang silently offered a bow, then transformed into a streak of light and returned to the front courtyard.

Before Wang Ping could answer, Yulian, who was sprawled across a Huai Tree branch, asked, "Is Liu Chang doing well? Has his chess improved? Does he still lose more than he wins, like before?"

Yang Shu