Soon, the entire winding road leading to the summit of Luolin Mountain was packed with luxury cars.
In front of a free-range chicken restaurant at the foot of the mountain.
Du Jingsong, Patriarch of the Du Family—Jizhou's only first-class Martial Arts Clan—stood waiting quietly, his hair and beard completely white. He was accompanied by his two great-granddaughters.
They were waiting for Jiang Xinghai to arrive for dinner.
"Grandpa Zeng, it's seven o'clock. Should we give him a call?" Du Fangfei finally asked, unable to wait any longer.
"Duke Jiang has his own way of doing things. All we can do is wait patiently," Du Jingsong said soothingly.
"Elder Du is here too."
"Elder Du, good evening!"
"Elder Du, it's been a while! You're still looking so hale and hearty!"
"Patriarch Du, long time no see."
For a time, passersby who recognized the nonagenarian Du Jingsong greeted him one after another without pause.
Du Jingsong simply offered a faint smile.
