Li Hao had been waiting for him to explain the matter of the Ancestral Shrine. Hearing that final murmur, he froze.
Then his pupils contracted. He looked up in shock and sprang from his stool, taking a defensive stance.
Yet all he saw was the other man smiling gently at him.
It was as though he were saying, Don't be afraid, child.
Shock surged through Li Hao. Li Xiaoran's words echoed in his mind. He had told him much about the Mo River, repeatedly warning him never to give himself away and to play his assigned role properly.
Li Xiaoran had no reason to harm him.
But Li Tianzong had already realized that he was not his son!
"How did you..."
"Don't be nervous. Sit down."
His expression gentle, Li Tianzong beckoned lightly to Li Hao and said,
"Before, my mind was clouded. Imprisoned in this Mo River, I was like a sleepwalker, unable to control myself. But lately, my consciousness has occasionally cleared, and I've remembered many things."
"Child, you carry the aura of my Li Family's bloodline. Are you my grandson, or my great-grandson?"
He looked at Li Hao with eyes full of relief and anticipation.
Hearing this, Li Hao recovered from his shock, his brows drawing together instinctively. He fell silent for a moment and did not answer.
If he told this grandfather of his that he had already left the Li Family, the man would probably be saddened...
Seeing Li Hao lost in thought without speaking, Li Tianzong assumed he had other concerns. He did not blame him, merely smiled and said,
"Then let's discuss what matters. I don't have much time while my mind is clear. Whatever child you are, having a descendant like you born into my Li Family's bloodline is something I can