Though he did not plan to expose his identity, he could still show himself, ask his questions, and then erase the other party's memories.
A cultivator's divine sense had endless marvelous uses; doing something like this to a mortal was very simple.
Thus, Uncle Qin, who was muddle-headed and right in the middle of sleep, suddenly shivered. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a white-haired man in a tall crown, with a jade hairpin inserted through it.
He was an otherworldly young man with an imposing appearance, handsome and dashing, his sharply defined features revealing a bit of keen edge, yet his eyes were filled with warmth.
He could not help rubbing his eyes, and cried out despite himself.
"Young... Young Master Yu."
Uncle Qin had once been his coachman and had also watched the courtyard gate for him. He had accompanied him for ten years from the age of six, and Wang Yu did not know why he had come to be a gatekeeper.
And as a cultivator, he was still far from the age of decline. Compared to more than ten years ago, Wang Yu had only matured somewhat, shed his childishness, and his features had become more refined and fairer. This was the benefit cultivation brought.
Overall, he still bore an eighty-percent resemblance to his sixteen-year-old self.
"It is me. We have not met for many years. Is my father in the residence?"
"This..."
Uncle Qin could not help rubbing his eyes again. After a long silence, two streams of old tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and he almost could not control his sobbing. His voice also trembled.
"Young Master, you came back too late. The Prince's Residence is now under Wang Wu's control, even the Eldest..."
As he spoke, he suddenly