"Great-Grandfather's friend?"
Fu Zhixu froze, a trace of warmth rising in his heart.
At last... in all his life, Great-Grandfather had still had a friend he hadn't misjudged.
Though the man looked very young, far too young to have been Great-Grandfather's peer, he had likely come on behalf of an elder. Still, someone had come.
"Brother, I appreciate the thought. In a few days, when we see him off on his final journey, come eat with us."
Fu Zhixu cupped his hands, speaking with some apology.
Ordinarily, with someone so rare coming to visit, he would certainly have hosted him properly. But several old masters were still waiting for him inside the hardware shop, and he truly had no time to spare.
"You handle your business. When you're done, come find me at the Martial Guild. Someone will come settle matters here."
Huo Yuanhong walked over and patted Fu Zhixu on the shoulder. Once he had confirmed there was nothing amiss nearby, he went back to practice.
Given his status, why would he need to handle such matters personally? There were naturally people to deal with worldly affairs. He had only come to take a look as a precaution.
During that slight tremor of Internal Force earlier, he had already grasped Fu Zhixu's physical condition. His body was in decent shape, after all—he was Master Fu's descendant. His character was not much of a problem either; beneath the illumination of Huo Yuanhong's Fist Intent, it was plain to see.
"Alright. I definitely will."
Fu Zhixu cupped his hands, then hurried into the factory building. He did not notice the latter half of those words—or rather, even if he had heard them, he would not have taken them too seriously.
After being turned away time and again, he was already more