As Liu Wuxie sat on the bed, he observed that his room was spotless. Despite being away for so long, nothing had changed. Even the flowers and grass in the courtyard were frequently tended to.0

The tree in his courtyard had grown taller than when he had left, and it was a place filled with memories for him. He knew that his time to return here in the future would be limited, and he might even have to say goodbye, leaving the Great Yan Dynasty. After the conclusion of his death match with Qin Shi, he would need to plan his future.1

“Wuxie, I’ve brought some wine. Come, let’s share a few cups,” Xu Yilin’s voice echoed outside the courtyard, pulling Liu Wuxie out of his reverie and restoring calm to his eyes.0

Opening the gate to the courtyard, Xu Yilin carried a jar of wine in one hand and a roasted chicken in the other.0

“Father-in-law, how are your injuries?” Liu Wuxie invited Xu Yilin to sit down. Winter had passed, and the tree leaves formed a canopy against the sky, with only a faint moonlight filtering through. The wine and roasted chicken were placed on the table.0

Just as Xu Yilin was about to pour the wine for Liu Wuxie, the...0