He stopped before the hall doors, his gaze sweeping over the four people standing ready around him. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but showed no surprise.
Behind him, Dugu Bo followed close at his heels, his hair and beard black, his steps light and unhurried.
His complexion was rosy, and most of the grayish-white markings on his skin had faded, leaving only faint traces.
His hair and beard had fully regained their black color. Though a few silver strands remained, compared to their former withered yellow hue tinged with bluish black, he looked like an entirely different man.
His eyes were exceptionally bright, his jade-green pupils flashing with vigor, an irrepressible exhilaration shining deep within them.
He wore a relaxed smile. His gaze swept over the four people guarding the hall, and he gave a slight curl of his lips.
"No matter how bad my reputation is, surely I wouldn't attack the man who saved my life?"
His voice was resonant and full of strength, echoing through the courtyard.
"Besides, your prince has quite a close relationship with my granddaughter. I'm not that old and senile yet."
He spoke frankly.
But Dai Zhenshan and the other three did not lower their guard because of his frankness.
Their positions remained unchanged, their auras still locked onto Dugu Bo without the slightest sign of easing.
"Grandpa!"
Just then, Dugu Yan rushed into the side courtyard.
Her gaze fell on Dugu Bo at once. When she saw those familiar jade-green eyes and that face fully restored to vitality, her steps abruptly faltered.
The next moment, she all but threw herself into Dugu Bo's arms.
"Are you all better now?!"
Although she already more or less knew the result, she still wanted to hear Dugu Bo confirm it himself.
Dugu Yan's arrival also softened