In the blink of an eye, Chang Yi arrived at Pinggang. Setting foot on his hometown soil, Chang Yi's eyes reddened slightly, he squatted down emotionally and touched the ground, "Home at last."
Gu Zhuomin felt an urgent longing to return. He was no longer young; having been on a mission abroad for four years, he feared mishaps and the lack of family support back home. Communications were few each year, always sharing good news but not the worries. He wanted to go home for a visit, but had no time to share in Chang Yi's sentimentality.
Upon Chang Yi's return to the capital, the Ministry of Rites sent someone to Pinggang to receive him. It was the head officer of the Ministry. It had been four years since their last meeting. The personnel turnover in the Ministry of Rites was the least frequent, so they were familiar faces. Chang Yi stood up straight, "Sir Jin, it's been many years. How is everything with you?"
