From the very first words Granny Huanque had said to him, Li Tianming could basically tell that she definitely accepted him.
That was perfectly normal. After all, Weisheng Moran was also an outsider, and she had already accepted her—let alone Li Tianming.
"Yes, Granny."
Li Tianming nodded, came before Granny Huanque, and silently sat on a white bench within the Huanque Pavilion. Colorful sacrificial dao divine patterns, like swimming fish, still drifted freely across the bench.
Every colorful fish was formed from densely packed sacrificial dao divine patterns. Their mysteries were not yet very clear in the Guan Zizai Realm, but in the Real Universe, these divine-pattern fish numbered in the hundreds of millions at every turn, swimming through the vast Star Ruins in a spectacle of breathtaking grandeur.
It was clear that for these old men and women—especially those who had already retired after achieving success—researching things like star puppets and formations had become their greatest joy. It was said that the average age of personnel and officers here at the Realm God Tower was the highest in the entire Tai Yu Chaos Imperial Dynasty!
At that moment, Granny Huanque was "kindly" examining Li Tianming. To an old senior like her, over a million years old, Li Tianming was a newly sprouted tender bud—slick and slippery.
Meanwhile, Weisheng Moran sat quietly on the other side, her hands placed before her as she watched Li Tianming with a smile... Clearly, her days at the Realm God Tower had been fulfilling and comfortable.
"Child, I heard about you from Old Xue," Granny Huanque said after studying him for a while.
"Great-uncle Chan?" Li Tianming asked.
"Naturally, him." Granny Huanque smiled.
Hearing that, Li Tianming roughly grasped the thread of things. Within the Primordial Chaos Clan, there was still a group of