"Of course. Who else would he be, your great-grandfather?"
The girl shot Qin Jun a glare, thinking there was something wrong with him.
"No, he's my dad." Qin Jun shook his head with a smile.
"..."
A vein twitched on the girl's forehead, and she suddenly wanted to kick Qin Jun.
At that moment, the old man raised his other hand and clasped Qin Jun's hand instead, saying excitedly, "Xiao Jun... You're back..."
Xiao Jun?
The girl froze. It was her first time seeing her great-grandfather so excited.
"I'm sorry. I haven't been a filial son."
Qin Jun sighed. It might have only been a few decades for the old man, but for him, countless years had already passed.
Seeing his own father so old, he felt terrible inside, yet he sorrowfully realized that he could not even cry.
The tempering of countless years had turned his heart as hard as stone, and his emotions had faded along with it.
The feeling was suffocatingly painful. He was the Creation Taixu Venerable, yet he could not control the changes within himself.
Time had always been the embodiment of ruthlessness.
It was ruthless, and it also made all things ruthless.
Before heading to Hongmeng, he had imagined returning to Earth countless times, but during the Primordial Era, those fantasies had gradually been worn away.
A loneliness had taken root deep in his bones—a loneliness that yearned to become the strongest.
"You really came back... Really came back..."
The old man spoke with a trembling voice, struggling to get the words out as his clouded eyes grew moist.
The girl was startled. Naturally, she could not believe that Qin Jun was her great-grandfather's son, because Qin Jun was far too young, looking only a few years older than her.
So, she believed Qin