Thousand Faces' eyes were actually filled with shock. He had never expected the Di Hong Clan to actually send Honglie, a Half-Immortal. This made no sense. Was a master really going to risk his life for a dog?
Or had Half-Immortals like Honglie already become worthless within the Di Hong Clan?
Thousand Faces did not know, so all he felt was shock.
Honglie's gaze, however, was far more complicated.
This was his daughter, the bloodline he had left behind in a moment of impulse all those years ago. Back then, he had even considered her a burden, but now, because of certain experiences in her past, Zhu could no longer become pregnant.
Given Zhu's standing in the Di Hong Clan, although Hong Zhu had said he could do as he pleased even after their marriage, Honglie did not dare. Even if he was not afraid of Hong Zhu, he was afraid of his father-in-law.
Thus, the woman before him might very well be the only child he would ever have.
As a Half-Immortal, Honglie had not yet completely severed his familial ties, nor did he possess the formidable Dao heart to say that children and grandchildren had their own fortunes, and without any, he could enjoy his own.
Moreover, the Di Hong Clan Bloodline was noble, and the clan encouraged childbirth. Although the Di Hong Clan had no imperial throne to inherit, its standing was hardly lower than the Imperial Family's. If he had no children, his circumstances within the Di Hong Clan would not be particularly good either.
Under these circumstances, his attitude toward Shen Muran was naturally extremely complicated.
"Muran greets the two Old Ancestors." Thousand Faces immediately took the initiative to pay his respects.
Shen Hegui volunteered an introduction. "Old Ancestor, you may not remember Muran very