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Chen Lun returned to the present, appearing in the manor's backyard.
He was planning to go to the living room to find something to eat when he suddenly sensed something, stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to the side.
From the grassy lawn of the garden, a tall gentleman slowly emerged from the air.
He had dark brown hair mixed with a few strands of white, a face worn by time with pronounced features, and his eyes calmly watched Chen Lun, smiling faintly.
Chen Lun looked at the unfamiliar middle-aged man and quickly recognized a familiar figure in his mind. Though surprised in his heart, he responded with a smile on the surface and walked forward to greet him.
"Mr. Bales, welcome,"
he greeted the man.
"You look especially handsome in your attire today."
Mr. Bales was wearing a sharp black suit, shiny shoes, and a tidy bowtie, his vertical and refined appearance fully displaying his grandeur.
A yellow Youlan flower was pinned to his chest.