Eight Ancient Clans 1

In the distance, Elder Yao and Xiao Yan walked side by side, chatting and laughing as they strolled over.

"Master!"

"Daddy!"

"Uncle Xiao!"

The two little girls who had been running wild across the grass were sharp-eyed. The moment they spotted them from afar, they cheered and ran over hand in hand, bouncing all the way.

"Hehe."

Elder Yao and Xiao Yan beamed as they bent down, each scooping up one little girl.

"You two little rascals are getting naughtier by the day. All you know is how to play around." Xiao Yan patted Little Xiao Xiao's head, plucking grass clippings from her hair as he spoke with a smile.

"At their age, it is only natural for them to be playful and active. Do you expect them to keep solemn little faces all day?" Elder Yao held his precious grand-disciple Wei Shuo in his arms and shot Xiao Yan a sidelong glance.

The two little girls immediately nodded their little heads in perfect unison, like chicks pecking at grain. They were utterly adorable.

"Haha~" Elder Yao burst into hearty laughter at the sight, grinning so broadly that his eyes narrowed into slits.

Xiao Yan could only shake his head with a wry smile.

Elder Yao was fiercely protective of his young. Whoever dared say anything bad about his three precious grand-disciples would have him up in arms.

The two men carried the children toward the grassy patch.

"Master, Uncle Xiao." Wei Ye set down the ancient book in his hands, rose to his feet, and bowed.

"Ye'er is reading?" Elder Yao chuckled as he patted Wei Ye's head, his face filled with gratification.

Xiao Yan also smiled and nodded slightly.

His gaze upon Wei Ye was full of satisfaction.

This future son-in-law truly had no faults to speak of.