The old residence was ancient and weathered.
It looked as though little more than its outline and frame remained, standing all alone on a stretch of wasteland.
Weeds grew thick on every side.
"This should be the place."
Lian Youming approached from afar, carrying Yan Lingyun on his back.
Ever since he had explained everything in full, this greedy girl had insisted on sticking to him wherever he went, wishing she could stay with him every moment, glued to his side.
Besides, since getting married and having a child, they had rarely had any time alone together. She had taken this opportunity to tag along, treating it as a chance to unwind. Lian Youming examined the old residence carefully and saw that it was built in authentic Lingnan style. But most of the white plaster had long since peeled off, leaving the walls mottled and ugly. Inside were crumbling walls and broken tiles, a scene of utter ruin overgrown with weeds.
Yan Lingyun lay against Lian Youming's shoulder, her eyes full of curiosity too. "It looks like this is it."
After making sure no one was around, Lian Youming stepped through the weeds and went inside.
It really was dilapidated.
If it was not a hundred years old, it had to be at least sixty or seventy.
Most of the wooden roof beams had collapsed, cobwebs covered the pillars, and the corners were full of fist-sized rat holes.
If his father-in-law had told the truth and that curved saber really had been found here, this had to be one of the sites where Wang Yaqiao had been ambushed all those years ago. Lian Youming exhaled softly, instantly heightening his perception of his surroundings to its utmost, particularly his eyesight. He could almost make out the beating wings of mosquitoes and