After seeing the man, Murong Chayue said to Murong Huai:
"Huai'er, kneel."
Hearing Murong Chayue's words, Murong Huai froze, but said nothing. His grandfather wouldn't do anything to him, after all, so he knelt on one knee.
Seeing this, Murong Chayue said again, "Both knees!"
Murong Huai was puzzled. Kneeling on one knee was the greatest courtesy one could show an elder, but one only knelt on both knees for one's own elders or one's true master. Could the person before him be...?
As Murong Huai pondered this, Murong Chayue continued, "He's your great-grandfather."
Murong Huai froze. He'd never heard anyone in the family mention that his great-grandfather was still alive. But since his grandfather had said so, there was no need to doubt it. He knelt on both knees and kowtowed to the person beneath the pavilion.
"Murong Huai pays his respects to Great-grandfather!!!"
Hearing Murong Huai's words, the figure slowly rose. With a single movement, he was instantly standing before them.
Murong Chayue hurriedly bowed as well. "Father."
The man paid Murong Chayue no mind. Instead, he crouched down and helped Murong Huai to his feet, his voice warm. "My dear great-grandson, up you get."
Murong Huai stood and finally looked at the man before him. He was an imposing figure, with handsome, resolute features and a domineering, piercing gaze. Every movement spoke of a formidable expert.
Seeing Murong Huai still looking somewhat stunned, the man chuckled.
"Child, I'm your great-grandfather, Murong Zhige. I imagine you've heard my name plenty of times by now, haven't you?"
Hearing Murong Zhige's words and seeing the hopeful look in his eyes, Murong Huai felt awkward. He really hadn't known he still had a great-grandfather alive in the world.
If he said so, it would surely break the old man's heart. But