"Alright." Yan Xianjue agreed to each request.
Carefree Master asked, "What else do you want to know?"
Yan Xianjue opened his mouth, but for a moment, he did not know where to begin.
There was too much he wanted to know.
He wanted to ask how much his grandfather had known.
Had his grandfather known that he had come from another world?
If he had known, had his grandfather's love for him stemmed from that?
But he quickly felt that such questions no longer meant much.
What would knowing change? Could he go down there and fight his grandfather over it?
At the very least, those memories could not have been fake.
Right now, Yan Xianjue was like an ostrich, refusing to let those memories tinted by the lens of childhood be shattered.
He shook his head.
Carefree Master smiled. "Your eyes don't seem to be saying that."
When Yan Xianjue wanted to refute him, he said, "You're not even a fraction of my age. I can still tell what you're thinking. By seniority, you can call me Grandpa directly too."
Under Yan Xianjue's speechless gaze, he admitted, "At first, when you were born, he really was delighted by the appearance of someone outside the bounds of fate like you."
"And when he learned that your health was poor, he came to find me, trying to keep you alive through the combined efforts of science and mysticism."
"He succeeded."
"But he paid a price for it too, so don't blame him."
Yan Xianjue puffed out his cheeks in displeasure, just as he had when facing his grandfather as a child. "I wasn't."
"Alright, alright. If you say you weren't, then you weren't."
Carefree Master was not surprised by his behavior. He was just a child. He had raised so many