"Father, Mother, tell me, where is Grandfather now?" Huang Xiao asked.
No matter what, he had to see his grandfather and try to persuade him in person.
Ling Fan and Yelü Yushi both shook their heads and sighed. Given Huang Xiao's insistence, there was little more they could say.
Just as they were about to tell him, a voice rang out from outside. "There is no room for discussion. War against Great Song must go ahead."
The moment those words fell, Huang Xiao hurriedly looked toward the entrance.
Wasn't the man coming in none other than Ling Tianya, his own grandfather?
"What? Won't you even greet your grandfather?" Ling Tianya walked slowly up to Huang Xiao, glanced at him, then went to sit in the seat of honor.
Only then did Huang Xiao collect himself. He stood and respectfully called out, "Grandfather."
Ling Tianya looked Huang Xiao over, a hint of gratification appearing on his face. "Five years apart, and your strength has rather exceeded my expectations. It seems you haven't slacked off at all over these years. You just barely qualify as the Heavenly Demon Sect's Sect Master."
Huang Xiao did not dare interrupt his grandfather's appraisal of him. He merely listened quietly.
"You should also understand that your current strength is still no match for the Taixuan Sect. You thought that, having broken through to the Eighth Stage, few people in the world could take your life. Yet that very arrogance nearly cost you your life. A little achievement, and you stopped taking those masters of the older generation seriously. Has your tail really risen all the way to the heavens? How old are you? No matter how formidable the Heavenly Demon Skill is, what of it? Is the Taixuan Sect's Taixuan Mystical Art any inferior to it?