Su Chongguang's resurrection completely dispelled everyone's doubts.
Although many questions remained, for many people, simply being able to bring back their deceased loved ones and exchange a few words with them was already a lifelong yearning they could never fulfill.
Besides, apart from losing all his strength and freedom, Su Chongguang's condition was almost no different from a normal person's.
Even the frequency with which he returned to Little Time's Temporal Pages to rest, accumulate temporal fragments, and reappear was almost the same as sleeping.
Everyone present could absolutely accept such a situation.
And it had to be said that family really was family.
Previously, Su Ping had felt no particular familial affection for this grandfather who existed only in scattered accounts. After all, he had truly never had any contact with Su Chongguang.
But compared to his father, with whom he really could not piss into the same pot much of the time, Su Chongguang was genuinely a pretty good grandfather.
The sky was a clear blue.
Winter had arrived at the Heart of Myriad Spirits. The Cold Mist Locks River Pines around Waterheart seemed to have sensed the wintry weather too, forming exceptionally beautiful rime as they towered along both banks of the Spirit Creek River and not far from Waterheart's lake.
Su Ping sat in a large chair outside Waterheart, watching the fishing rod ahead with rapt attention. Not far away, Su Chongguang, whose solid body was indistinguishable from a real human's, was also watching the fishing rod in his hands.
At that moment, two almost identical giant turtles lay beside the grandfather and grandson. Both little fellows possessed considerable intelligence and were watching the nearby lake nervously.
Anyone would have struggled to understand what sort of person would bring a Saint Spirit Tier Vast Sea Mystic