Jiang Wang had known the Duke of Huai for years, yet he had never seen such a complicated look in the old man's eyes.
The old duke had weathered storm and strife, experienced all the ways of the world. He was ever tranquil as an abyss, and at times roared like an angry sea.
Only this indescribable look had never before appeared in his eyes.
Jiang Wang and the others all fell silent.
Fallen Immortal Forest, Transcendence beings, the manifestations of the saints' wills, Huang Weizhen... these were all things far beyond the reach of young people like them.
Great Void Pavilion members, the foremost Divine Presence, the Young Lord of the Zuo Family—all of them still fell short by a level.
Zuo Xiao sighed. "Huang Weizhen truly was an extraordinary person."
He added, "Now, he may be called 'great.'"
Greatness was the highest praise, and greatness was also a level of power.
"Grandpa Zuo has always admired Huang Weizhen! He was like that even before Huang Weizhen returned," Qu Shunhua said. "But in my heart, Grandpa Zuo is extraordinary too!"
Zuo Xiao threw back his head and laughed. "That makes me very pleased to hear. But don't you dare say the same thing to Qu Jinkui."
Jiang Wang glanced at Zuo Guangshu. The brat's grin had nearly split to the back of his ears.
Qu Shunhua could coax elders above and handle Guangshu below; she had swept through the army with a thousand riders, stood first among Divine Presences in cultivation—truly an all-around exceptional younger sister-in-law.
Then she said, "Grandpa Zuo, why don't you tell us about what happened to you in Fallen Immortal Forest? They always keep it hidden and speak of it vaguely. I've been so curious."
Zuo Xiao tugged at the corner of his mouth and