In a guest room of the Yang family estate…0

The young master, as the host, sat at the head seat, with Lady Chai seated beside him. The Daoist, having come from afar, was the guest, and sat with the cat at the guest’s side. Both host and guest treated each other with mutual respect, especially the young master, whose manner bordered on deferential.0

Outside, the servants wandered back and forth, their eyes wide with curiosity.0

“Lady Chai, how did you come to be here?” Song You set down his teacup, speaking in the tone of an old acquaintance making small talk.0

“I don’t know myself...” Lady Chai’s tone carried a hint of sorrow, perhaps because she felt this Daoist before her was the only person in this world who had shared in her early life. So upon seeing him in this unfamiliar place, even if they had only known each other for a few days, and hadn’t seen one another for ten years, she still felt an unusual warmth and closeness.0

Especially since the Daoist remained so gentle, so calm, as if nothing had changed, not even his appearance. That made him feel all the more familiar.0

“Back then, Grandfather went out to plow the fields and didn’t return for a long time. We didn’t know what had happened and were worried, so we went out to look for...0