Duan Feihan left the bedroom and asked the approaching butler, "Where are they?"
The butler smiled and said, "The old master's old friend, Professor Zhao from Imperial Capital, came over, and the two are chatting. Young Master Xingye is writing test papers in his room."
Duan Feihan knew his father had an old friend in Imperial Capital who was a professor and, after thinking for a while, walked toward the old master's courtyard.
The old master sat on the bench in his courtyard and laughed, "Guangming, I didn't expect you to come to Haicheng at this time."
Zhao Guangming looked at his friend, Old Duan, healthy and vigorous, and couldn't help but feel a series of emotions, "Indeed."
Zhao Guangming had been prepared for a final farewell visit to the old master in Haicheng, only to find that Old Duan had miraculously recovered from his cancer and was now lively and moving around.
With that, he could also focus on the matter of the Spiritual White Script.