The fragrance of tea curled through the private room.
Hearing Shi Hao's earnest plea to find his family, Mu Chen smiled slightly. "It's a deal."
With that, he casually raised a hand toward the empty space beside him, gently grasped, and pulled.
Buzz!
A ripple spread through the space inside the private room.
The next moment, a figure was plucked out of thin air beside Mu Chen's hand without warning, stumbling half a step before finding his footing.
He looked like a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six, with an ordinary face that would never draw attention in a crowd.
Only his eyes were exceptional. After his initial bewilderment, they instantly sharpened like a hawk's, and he instinctively tried to rouse his magical power!
Yet immediately afterward, the sharpness on the young man's face turned to horror and disbelief.
He discovered that his blood energy and magical power seemed to have been bound by layer upon layer of invisible divine chains. No matter how he tried to summon them, he could not muster even a trace!
Just like that, he had become a mortal with a powerful physical body but no ability to wield any strength...
Mu Chen ignored the "young man's" alarm and merely waved a hand at him.
The "young man's" disguise was stripped away, his appearance changing visibly.
Fine wrinkles quietly appeared on his cheeks, his black hair turned white at an astonishing speed, and the sleeve of his left arm hung empty.
In just a breath or two, the unremarkable young man was gone. Standing in his place was a weary, white-haired old man missing an arm.
Shi Hao's breath caught. That glaring white hair and empty sleeve filled him with unbearable heartache!
Grandfather...
It's Grandfather!
*But how could Grandfather... how could he have become like