After Zhang Daoru solemnly introduced them, everyone in the Zhang Family warmly greeted them and welcomed their arrival.
"Grandpa, is he the man with amazing abilities you told us about?"
Just then, a little girl of about six ran out of the crowd and up to Zhang Daoru. She tilted her head back to ask curiously, then looked at Zhang Yang with the same curiosity.
"Yes, he's the benefactor with amazing abilities."
"Young brother, this is my youngest granddaughter. She's six this year."
Zhang Yang smiled and answered the little girl, who was staring at him with curiosity in her eyes.
"That's me, your little grandpa."
"..."
Zhang Xin'ai was speechless. What was wrong with this guy? He was taking liberties even with a little girl, and right after arriving, too.
The Zhang Family warmly ushered Zhang Yang and his family into the villa, where Baroque-style decorations and furnishings could be seen everywhere.
In a sense, these might all have been antiques.
They had eaten a little on the plane, but now it was time for a proper meal, which the Zhang Family had already prepared.
"Young brother, lunch is ready in the dining room. Let's go have something to eat."
The Zhang Family was so welcoming because Zhang Daoru had told everyone what had happened in Gong City. The Zhang Family was a distinctive family in Kyoto. Under Zhang Daoru's influence, they all believed in unknown powers.
What was more, the mysterious power Zhang Daoru believed in had now manifested, and he himself possessed it.
Zhang Daoru had gained this mysterious power thanks to Zhang Yang, so they had to be grateful to him.
Lunch was lavish, and they enjoyed it amid polite conversation.
After lunch, Zhang Yang rested for a while.
That evening, in the lingering glow of