The atmosphere within the Yang Family residence was peaceful and warm.
Yang Wushuang sat in the courtyard sipping tea, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
Ever since his cultivation had recovered and he had been promoted to Red Bishop, life for the Yang Family had grown better by the day. The great boulder that had weighed on his heart for years had finally fallen away, leaving him brimming with confidence, without a trace of his former lifelessness.
Just then, Yang Xue hurried in and announced that Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had come to visit in person.
At the news, a smile immediately spread across Yang Wushuang's face, and he hurried to his feet to welcome him personally.
"Brother Yue! What wind blew you here? Come in, come in!"
Yang Wushuang warmly took Yue Guan by the arm and ushered him into the reception room. He personally served the finest tea and drew him over to the seat of honor, treating him with great familiarity.
Looking at the radiant, spirited Yang Wushuang before him, Yue Guan could not help feeling a tangle of emotions rise within him. He sighed softly.
Over these years, the Yang Family's crisis had been completely resolved, and Yang Wushuang's cultivation had surged onward in triumph. Not only had he recovered his former peak, he had climbed a step higher. He was now a level eighty-four Soul Douluo and had even secured the position of Red Bishop.
Vitality radiated from him, inside and out. Compared with the defeated man of those days, crushed almost to despair and wearing a lifeless expression, he seemed like an entirely different person.
And as for himself-
Yue Guan lifted his teacup, his fingertips slightly cold.
Only when he heard Yang Wushuang's question did he emerge from his daze. A bitter smile