breathe in the fresh sea air, and felt like every pore of his body was filled with vigor, as if he had bathed in a three-hundred-year-old ginseng soup. He clutched the letter in his arms, written by his father. The ink scent on the paper was so strong that it seemed to pulsate with anticipation. Thirteen years without seeing each other, he couldn't help but wonder what had become of the old family mansion and how his parents were doing.

Upon stepping onto the shore, he first entrusted his luggage to the inn before meeting several of the fathers and mothers from the Cultural Department.

As soon as he arrived, the scene was already lively. People from all walks of life were gathered here, excitedly discussing the upcoming events. Snacks and drinks were everywhere, as if it were a grand festival. Looking around,萧叶玄 noticed a group of people gathered in the distance, gambling and shouting. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to join them and win a few easy bucks.