Si Chen ignored Red Bean and Feng Qing's bickering and turned to leave the hall.
The sky over the Forgotten River had already darkened, but the faint glow of formations illuminated Undying Mountain, joining with the distant encampments of the Demon Realm's army in a sea of lights.
He headed straight for the side hall to the west, where Si Kai and Ye Fu were staying. Ye Fu had given her son a meaningful glance earlier, signaling that their guest had already been brought there.
The side hall's door stood ajar.
Si Chen pushed it open and entered. Three people were sitting inside.
Si Kai and Ye Fu sat on one side, with Si Ming on the other.
Si Kai's expression was much more relaxed than before. There was even a trace of a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.
Ye Fu, on the other hand, looked much the same, holding a teacup with her usual composure.
Si Ming was still as he always was, leaning back in his chair, his expression unreadable.
"What were you talking about?" Si Chen found a seat at random and sat down.
Si Kai glanced at Si Ming. "He did give us some good news."
"Your grandfather is still alive."
Si Chen's brows shifted slightly.
"He's with Zhao Wumian."
Si Kai could not suppress the upward curve of his lips. "Zhao Wumian's original name was Si Mian."
"He was once the head of the Si Household too. He changed his name after his ascension, but there seems to be a gap in our household's genealogy. There's no record of anyone named Si Mian."
A gap? At that, Si Chen glanced at Si Ming, then recalled Zhao Wumian's... no, Si Mian's way of doing things...
After a moment's thought, he seemed to understand