Sui Liushu turned around, a whole pond of Treasure Fish splashing and leaping behind him.
"Coming to pay his respects at this hour. Has he brought his god-grandson to beg for rewards?
"People from the clans have such shallow vision. All they know is taking advantage!"
He lowered his head with a smile, treating it as fattening them before the slaughter, leaving this grandfather and grandson a "last meal."
He immediately ordered the steward to fetch some ordinary spiritual items of middling quality from the storeroom.
After all, if he was going to consume the boy's god-grandfather as Dao Ginseng, he ought to offer some compensation.
"Brother Yang, oh, Brother Yang. You've followed me for so many years. Even without great achievements, you've certainly toiled hard."
Sui Liushu recalled how Yang Xun had carefully attended him at his sickbed over the past several days.
Like an old brother, he cooked a few dishes every day, warmed a pot of fine wine, and kept him company as they talked of everything under the sun.
He could not help sighing wistfully. He already had half his body in the grave.
Having an old acquaintance to share his days with was truly a rare thing.
"I almost can't bear it. If Liu Huan weren't pressing so hard, if Yuzhu had already reached Foundation Establishment and didn't still need a Dharma Lineage to take as resources... the two of us could make fine companions."
But Sui Liushu was, after all, a veteran Demonic Cultivator who had fought his way out of Dangyin Ridge. His disposition had always been decisive, and a slight turn of thought severed that trace of hesitation.
He strode into the hall and saw Yang Xun standing below the steps, a young man with composed features behind him.
He laughed heartily.