Ye Lingling rose and bent her knees in greeting. "Greetings, Mr. Chen."
Old Master Ye rose as well, his gaze settling on Chen An as a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
He could not gauge Chen An's depths.
Bearing the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul, he had encountered countless geniuses and powerful figures. Yet Chen An gave him an utterly different feeling. He was clearly standing right there, but Old Master Ye could not sense anything from him. He could not even bring himself to try.
It was precisely because of this that much of the doubt and unease in his heart faded, especially after seeing even the Dragon Duke and Snake Granny respectfully address him as Dean.
"Greetings. I am Lingling's grandfather, Ye Jin," Ye Jin said in a deep voice.
"Greetings, Elder Ye."
Chen An remained as courteous and humble as ever. This time, however, he smiled and walked over to take the seat of honor. "Please sit, Elder Ye. There is no need for such formality."
The two sat down again, while the Dragon Duke and Snake Granny silently withdrew with perfect understanding. As for Little Zhu, she reluctantly took on the role of secretary.
"May I ask what brings Elder Ye here today?"
Taking the tea Zhu Zhuqing had brewed, he took a sip before speaking slowly.
Old Master Ye fell silent for a moment, his kindly smile still resting on his face.
"After Lingling returned, she told this old man everything about her encounter with you. I dare ask: were your words that day true?"
Naturally, he was referring to the matter of the Nine-Heart Begonia being passed down through only one descendant. If not for that, there would have been no need for him to come personally; he could simply have sent Ye Lingling