These past years had been bitter for Ling Tian. Now that he had finally found his only family member from Lingxiao Pavilion, he could no longer hold back the sorrow in his heart and poured it all out to Old Man Ling. Beside them, Zi Tianfei and Huangfu Qiye had never seen Ling Tian like this before. Listening to him speak, they understood what kind of hardships he had endured over the years. They fell silent, their hearts heavy.
When Ling Lin saw Ling Tian kowtow, he hurriedly threw himself down too, tears shimmering in his eyes.
"Get up. It's enough that you're alive. As long as you live, Lingxiao Pavilion still has hope." Old Man Ling shakily helped Ling Tian to his feet. Staring at him, he was overcome with emotion. "Tian'er, you've suffered so much these past years!"
Old Man Ling had watched Ling Tian grow up, so he knew just how deeply he cherished those close to him. Having watched his parents die horribly and been powerless to help, Ling Tian's heart must have hurt worse than if it had been twisted by a knife.
Doing his best to steady his emotions, Ling Tian pulled Ling Lin over. "Lin Er, hurry and greet Great-grandpa Ling. Elder Ling, this is Ling Lin, my son."
"Greetings, Great-grandpa Ling. I'm Ling Lin." Ling Lin respectfully kowtowed to Elder Ling again.
"Tian'er has a child?!" Elder Ling's voice trembled. Looking at the exquisitely lovely Ling Lin, his thin hand shook uncontrollably. "Tian'er has an heir! Wonderful. The bloodline of our Lingxiao Pavilion will live on."
As he spoke, Old Man Ling helped Ling Lin up. But when he touched the boy, his heart jolted. Then he looked at Ling Tian in surprise, the question in his eyes unmistakable.
Old Man Ling