"Grandpa!" Ding Dang looked at Zhu Hongzhen, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"Old Master Zhu!" Ximen Shaoping was overjoyed.
"Uncle Zhu!" Qi Shuiyue had been with the Chen Clan for fifty years and knew Zhu Hongzhen as well as anyone could.
"With you here, Old Master Zhu, we can rest easy." The speaker knew the old man's strength very well, and their voice brimmed with emotion.
"..."
Zhu Hongzhen was a level 89 Soul Douluo. Nearly 120 years old, he had not appeared in almost a decade.
He was the oldest living member of the Zhu Family and Zhu Tianhao's grandfather. It was with him that their branch of the Zhu Family had been chosen to serve as Personal Attendants to the patriarch's direct lineage.
Ten years later, Zhu Hongzhen had appeared again. He stood there without the slightest trace of weakness or fatigue.
"Grandpa, why are you here?!" Surprise shone in Ding Dang's eyes and across her excited face.
The old man walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. A warm force flowed into her body.
Ding Dang felt his power envelop her, and her injuries gradually healed under his treatment.
"Now isn't the time for that. Let's slaughter this bastard first." Zhu Hongzhen turned back toward Günter Strick, the Wolf Bandits Lord whose entire body teemed with dark and wind energy.
"Slaughter me? Hahaha! Can you manage that? Look around! Look at my elite warriors pouring in through the gate! Even a peak Soul Douluo like you will die!" Günter Strick sneered.
"Hmph, we shall see! Come on, wolf pups. Grandpa will have some fun with you!" Zhu Hongzhen surveyed the surrounding Wolf Bandits, a contemptuous smile curling his lips.
But when his gaze swept across the Southeast Gate, a shadow of worry flashed