"What are you doing here?"
Father looked at the high-spirited Dean Qin.
His eyelid twitched faintly.
At this moment, Dean Qin looked both handsome and young.
He had a head of glossy black hair.
He wore the attire of a refined scholar.
At this moment, Qin Shouchang was even more flamboyant than Father.
"I came to see you."
A hint of smugness showed on Qin Shouchang's face as he raised his brows at Father.
"With Master Xu's help, although this old man's cultivation is gone, my age has returned to thirty... What do you think of that?"
As he spoke, he spread his hands and displayed his fair, smooth wrists to Father.
"If the spring breeze takes pity on flowers, could it grant me youth once more?"
"The ways of the world are ever-changing."
Father's eyelid kept twitching.
He drew a deep breath and cast a death stare at Zeng Anmin.
To be honest.
Compared to advancing further in cultivation, he too wanted to become young like Qin Shouchang.
People, after all.
Especially men.
After gaining power and wealth, the thing they craved most was not progress, but youth.
Because many things could only be enjoyed while young.
Zeng Anmin gave him an innocent look as well.
Being revived was already good enough.
And he still wanted to become younger?
"If you came here to show off today, then go back."
"This old man still has official business."
Father's expression visibly turned cold.
His tone became extremely stiff as well.
Clearly, he was jealous.
"Look at you, driving me away the moment we meet. I'm not leaving."
Acting as though this were his own home, Qin Shouchang walked straight over and sat down in a chair in the main hall.
"Wanyue, come sit here."
Qin Shouchang beckoned toward the