Wang Daoyuan coaxed her for a long while before Madam Wang finally stopped crying. "Er Wa, come home with Mother. Your father boasts about you to everyone in the village every day. Now that you're back, who knows how happy he'll be."
Pointing at the still-crying little brat, Wang Daoyuan asked, "This is Eldest Brother's son, right? No wonder he looked a little familiar."
He wanted to hug his eldest nephew, but the little brat was covered from head to toe in urine-soaked mud. It was truly filthy.
He circulated his spiritual power and drew a huge mass of water from the clear stream, washing the little brat clean all over. With another wave of his hand, he dispersed the water from the child's body and dried his clothes.
Seeing her grandson become clean in an instant, Madam Wang could hardly recognize him. She was so stunned by her son's methods that she could not speak.
The little brat also stared with his mouth hanging open in surprise. Wang Daoyuan scooped up his eldest nephew, supported his mother, and headed toward the grand residence, with Big Black trotting excitedly behind them.
Once inside the gate, he swept the place with his divine sense and discovered that the residence was still a three-courtyard compound. It seemed the Lineage had treated his parents well. When Wang Daoyuan was young, his family had lived in a brick-and-tile house without even a courtyard wall. It was nowhere near this three-courtyard quadrangle.
The gatehouse beside the main entrance was Big Black's den. With Big Black serving as gatekeeper, aside from villagers, no one truly dared enter.
When they entered the inner courtyard, a plainly but neatly dressed middle-aged man was sweeping the yard. It was Wang Daoyuan's father—Wang Fu.
The moment he saw an immortal