What If You Came?

Although Zhuang Yong really wanted to go along and see what happened, there was no need for him to go since Zhuang Mengli was going. They were only picking up some medicine; there was no need for so many people.

He glanced at Zhuang Mengli and said, "Mengli, go with them, then. I'll stay here and keep your grandfather company."

"Okay, Dad." Zhuang Mengli agreed and followed Su Yang and Guan Tianya out of the bedroom.

After the three of them left, Zhuang Changyun tilted his head toward Zhuang Yong and said, "Dayong, come sit down."

"Okay, Dad. How are you feeling now?"

"I don't know why, but just now, while Little Su was taking my pulse, a stream of energy suddenly surged through my body. I already felt dazed and thought I was about to die, but after that stream of energy appeared, I'm feeling a little more energetic now."

"Oh? Really?" Zhuang Yong asked incredulously.

"Mm. It seems meeting him was the right decision. Little Su probably isn't as simple as he appears. I estimate..."

"You mean..."

Before Zhuang Yong could finish, Zhuang Changyun continued, "I have a premonition—or perhaps a guess—that he might be the disciple of some expert, or perhaps the disciple of a master from some ancient martial arts family."

"Is that possible?"

"If not, how else can you explain it?"

"How much do you know about him?" Zhuang Yong asked after thinking for a moment.

Zhuang Changyun slowly shook his head. "I don't. After I left Old Su's family that year—Su Yang's grandfather's family—I never saw this child again. I've only seen a few photographs."

"Then, after all these years, it's quite possible that things are just as you guessed."

"We'll see. In any case, he's Old Su's grandson. Even if he can't cure