"I never expected that old fellow who set up a forbidden spell formation in the Sahara Desert to blow me up would end up running such an inconspicuous little shop."
That was right.
Among those who had once surrounded and attacked Fu Ye was Song Qiming, the former Divine Official of the Holy Court.
Hearing Fu Ye's words, Song Qiming's face showed a trace of embarrassment.
"Ahem, Lord Fu Ye, please do not tease this old man."
"May I ask what brings Lord Fu Ye to Modu this time?"
Inside the back room, Ling Ling, who had just brewed the tea, pressed herself against the crack in the door as she listened to the conversation between her grandfather and the young man outside.
But when she heard her grandfather address the other man as "Lord," her big eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
Others might not know, but she did.
Her grandfather was one of the few forbidden spell-level mages alive today.
He was also a former Divine Official of the Holy Court.
Across the Divine Land, the people whose status surpassed her grandfather could be counted on one hand.
Yet her grandfather was calling such a young man "Lord"???
"It is nothing particularly important. You should know that I spent some time in Hzhou recently, and while I was there, I met your eldest granddaughter, Leng Qing."
"After arriving in Modu, I sensed a familiar aura again, so I thought I would come pay you a visit."
Fu Ye's voice was full of sincerity, but Song Qiming, upon hearing those words, was so frightened that cold sweat soaked his back.
What did he mean, he had met his eldest granddaughter, Leng Qing?
What did he mean, he had sensed a familiar aura?
Terrifying.
That ability was simply too terrifying!