"Sit down." Han Qian chuckled. "Ye Hua is one of us. Just call me Grandpa Han."
"Yes." Yue Shen nodded, then pulled over a chair and sat down.
Before Yue Shen could ask anything, however, Han Qian spoke first. "Yue Shen, I hear you've done quite well in these eight days of group matches?"
Yue Shen paused at that. As if you don't already know my record.
A moment later, though, he understood Han Qian's intention. The old man wanted to show off in front of Ye Hua.
"Yes." Yue Shen nodded. "I won them all."
"Oh?" Han Qian suddenly gave Yue Shen a thoughtful look. "Why do I feel that your spiritual power is still so abundant? Didn't you just finish today's match?"
"Yes." Yue Shen played along and nodded. "But my opponent surrendered before the match even started. He was a fifth-tier warrior. I heard he placed first in the Warrior Temple's preliminary selection tournament this year."
"Even a fifth-tier opponent surrendered?" Han Qian asked in apparent surprise. "Then what about the other fourth-tier contestants in your group? Did they surrender too?"
"Well..." Yue Shen feigned embarrassment. "Actually, I've only fought two matches in the group stage so far. My opponents surrendered before the other six began. I was only there to go through the motions."
"Hiss!" Hearing Ye Hua sharply draw in a breath beside him, Han Qian's face filled with smiles.
To think this boy is such a good actor. Excellent, excellent. Han Qian looked at Yue Shen with satisfaction. He had never expected the boy to outshine his blockheaded grandson even in this respect.
"Grandpa Han," Yue Shen prompted. "Was there something urgent you needed me for? You specifically had Han Yu bring me here."
He refused to believe Han Qian had summoned him merely