Very few things in this world went entirely according to plan.
Just as he had told Mother Yan, Yan Yi'an listed out every doubt in his heart one by one.
Yan Shan helped fill in some of them along the way.
Some seemed rather absurd, such as whether Yan Xianjue's time-traveling grandfather knew about this.
Others were simply born from curiosity toward the unknown, such as whether something as miraculous as the mystic arts in novels truly existed.
Then, the day after he sent Father Yan and Mother Yan the questions that the two of them had screened and agreed could be asked of the village chief, Yan Yi'an received a reply asking him to bring Yan Xianjue over as soon as possible.
Father Yan and Mother Yan were no inexperienced youngsters, but the turn of events still left them thoroughly bewildered.
This morning had originally been perfectly normal.
Father Yan had properly placed himself in the position of a junior.
The village chief was indeed his father's senior disciple-brother, which made him part of his uncle's generation. But if that were all, Father Yan, who had long held a high position, would not have lowered himself so much.
The reason he was willing to identify himself as a junior was more out of respect for the fact that the village chief had truly waited all these years.
Though they had known each other for less than twenty-four hours, and the village chief often teased them, he was still, at heart, an elder worthy of respect.
So after getting up, Father Yan let Mother Yan rest a little longer and went to the kitchen himself to prepare breakfast.
Only to find that the village chief had already cooked the porridge.
When he saw Father Yan enter, he gave him a