Chen Lin had also clawed his way up from the bottom, so he could see through the three of them at a glance.
In their eyes, however, he was their closest elder by blood. Relying on him naturally felt safer and more justified.
He did not mind. Instead, he looked at Chen Qiaoyun's companion and their daughter and asked, "By the way, what are your names?"
"Second Uncle, this junior is Zhang Dayuan. Your granddaughter is called Chen Qingying."
The old man, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke. His deference could hardly have been greater, and he even seemed a little timid.
Chen Qingying, who looked like a middle-aged married woman, rolled her eyes thoughtfully before kneeling without hesitation. She kowtowed and said, "Your granddaughter Chen Qingying pays her respects, Grandfather!"
Chen Lin did not know whether to laugh or cry, but he accepted her formal obeisance. If he refused, the three of them would probably feel uneasy.
"All right, get up. But why is your surname Chen?"
Chen Lin used his mana to help her up and asked in puzzlement.
Chen Qiaoyun immediately explained, "My husband and I agreed on it. At the time, we didn't know you were still alive, Second Uncle. We thought I was the only one left in the Chen family, so we gave our child the surname Chen and entered her into the Chen family genealogy to carry on the family line."
Chen Lin nodded and said to Zhang Dayuan, "That must have been hard on you."
Then he glanced at Chen Qingying. "At your age, your cultivation is only at the eighth layer of Qi Condensation. Does your special innate talent offer no help with cultivation?"
Quite a few cultivators possessed innate talents, and those talents came in all shapes