The family ate together in warm harmony, as though they had never been separated at all. Ye Xiwen in particular felt as if his heart had grown many years younger.
This was something unprecedented for him. One matter after another had weighed upon his shoulders, making him far steadier and far quieter than before.
After the meal, Ye Xiwen followed Ye Junshan and Zi Yunman to pay respects to his maternal grandfather.
Although Ye Xiwen had already resolved to conceal his identity, there were still some people who needed to be informed. His grandfather was one of them.
As the current head of the Zi Family, Zi Ningyuan was a burly old man. If not for his head of white hair and the profound vicissitudes in his eyes, one could scarcely tell that he was an old man at all.
Yet appearances held no meaning for gods. Zi Ningyuan maintained the appearance of an old man only to lend himself greater authority.
Within the residence, glowing talismans flew all over the sky, illuminating heaven and earth as brightly as day. Zi Ningyuan had changed into casual clothes and looked no different from an ordinary old man.
Zi Ningyuan found it rather strange. Why had his daughter and son-in-law suddenly come to visit together this time? It was not that they never visited on ordinary days, but they usually came at fixed times and rarely arrived so abruptly.
After all, he was the head of the Zi Family and had countless matters to handle every day. Even his own daughter and son-in-law could not see him often.
What puzzled him even more was that the couple had brought a young man rather than Zi Hongyun.
Though Zi Ningyuan held great power and had lived for more than a million years, he