Song Daren and the other two heard Zhang Xiaofan's introduction of the old man, and they were still wondering inwardly just which master the Prince had encountered.
A sudden flash of insight struck He Dazhi. "So it is Senior himself! We have been discourteous!"
He Dazhi cupped his fists and bowed to the old man. Though Song Daren and Wu Dayi still had not figured out who this master was, they followed suit and bowed as well. In any case, trusting Fourth Senior Brother could not be wrong.
"He's the fortune-teller who advised the Prince to put Little Junior Brother into the river!" Seeing that Song Daren and Wu Dayi still looked confused, He Dazhi hurriedly reminded them in a low voice.
After hearing this, the two of them were utterly astonished. They bowed again.
"No need, no need! Speaking of it, we're all one family. There's no need for such empty courtesy!" Zhou Yixian laughed heartily at the sight, then caught sight of the food on the table. Seeing his granddaughter eating happily, he felt a little hungry himself.
"Senior, you haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll have them serve a fresh table at once!" Seeing where Zhou Yixian's gaze had landed, Song Daren hurriedly said with a smile.
"No need!" Zhou Yixian waved him off. "This table is just fine! Besides, after traveling for so long, I'm starving. I don't want to wait!" As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks on the table and began eating.
Seeing that Zhou Yixian had none of the so-called bearing of an esteemed senior, Song Daren felt doubtful, but he did not dare let it show on his face. When he saw the old man eating with complete abandon, he quietly pulled Zhang Xiaofan aside with He Dazhi and the others