The three brothers returned to their old house, where their father had lived when he was alive. Xu Linghe stood in front of the gate of the Xu Manor with Xiao Douya in his arms. Although the house looked dilapidated, the stone lions at the gate still showed the momentum of the king of beasts. With a creak, the old gate was opened. A haggard old man staggered out with a broom, his disheveled white hair fluttering in the wind. The old man had been bent over sweeping the fallen leaves from the ...