"Grandfather, the wontons you wanted!"
The child pushed open the door. Sunlight streamed into the dim room, and Shen Yi's shadow stretched long, blocking the faint ray of light slipping through the crack.
"This junior, Shen Yi, pays his respects to you, Senior!"
Before even entering, Shen Yi bowed toward the room. Many people watching in secret were utterly bewildered, yet even more terrified. It seemed this young man had also been affected.
The room was utterly silent, without the slightest response. Shen Yi was not angered. He handed the wontons to the child and stood outside the door to wait.
The fragrance of wontons soon filled the room. Shen Yi smiled faintly, then took out a bottle of fine wine from his Cosmic Bag and handed it to the child as well, asking him to bring it inside.
In an instant, the scent of wine drifted out too, circling Shen Yi several times.
"Grandfather said thank you. He wants you to come in and talk."
The child took Shen Yi's hand and led him into the room.
Sure enough, in the direction the child had indicated, a figure floated above the memorial tablet. His beard and hair were both white, and though he was only a spirit body, he still possessed the bearing of an immortal and the aura of a sage.
"I have long heard of Sect Master Shen's great name. Alas, this old man is but a ruined remnant and cannot personally welcome you. Now that I have met you today, you truly are extraordinary."
"You flatter me, Senior. People like you, who hide great talents amid the marketplace while carrying the common people in your heart, are the ones who are truly extraordinary."
"You can see Grandfather?"
Seeing Shen Yi chatting and laughing with his grandfather,