As the gaze fell on the figure hunched beneath the large tree.
Lu Yongquan's heart tightened, and he immediately rushed forward.
He saw his second uncle, Lu Shihua, sitting cross-legged in the shade, his eyes closed, seemingly meditating to heal his wounds.
The spirit usually full of energy seemed drained, his face as pale as paper.
A faint aura of defeat emanated from him, entirely out of place with the vibrant surroundings.
Like a leaf gradually wilting, abruptly appearing amidst the flourishing spring scenery.
Lu Yongquan hurried over, slowing his steps as he approached, afraid to disturb his second uncle.
Yet even such a slight movement, Lu Shihua still sensitively noticed.
He slowly opened his eyes, lacking the usual brightness, instead showing fatigue and a sense of age.
But upon seeing Lu Yongquan, he still managed to force a gentle smile.
"Yongquan, you are here."
Lu Shihua's voice was hoarse and deep, as though every word cost him much effort.
"Second uncle."
