A Visitor

Sun Fu's face was streaked with old tears. Their whole family knew that Sun Yaya had followed Mister Ji to ascend to immortality. Tales of immortals were precisely one of the storyteller's favorite kinds of stories, and ordinary folk also had some understanding of the divide between immortals and mortals.

Thus, the Sun Family had actually prepared themselves from the very beginning. Even if they occasionally received letters from Sun Yaya, it was still the same.

But now that he saw his granddaughter standing right before his eyes, how could Sun Fu, at his age, possibly restrain the excitement in his heart?

Seeing her grandpa cry, Sun Yaya hurried over to support the old man. Her strength was no longer that of the frail young girl she had once been, and she easily steadied the slightly swaying Sun Fu.

"Grandpa, Yaya's back. Yaya's back! Please sit down!"

Before Sun Fu, Sun Yaya no longer hid anything. The illusion technique around her dispersed, and the already graceful girl immediately shone with brilliance, which also helped Sun Fu stop crying somewhat.

Sun Yaya helped Sun Fu to a seat nearby. The diner who had been drinking soup slightly opened his mouth. He had originally wanted to exchange a few pleasantries and ask Uncle Sun what was going on, but upon seeing Sun Yaya, he could not get a word out.

Could this be a fairy descending to the mortal world...?

The grandfather and granddaughter did not completely ignore the only outsider present. After calming down a little, Sun Fu looked at the stunned diner, then at the soup bowl before him, which had already been emptied.

"Have you finished? Do you want anything else?"

Seeing the expression on Sun Fu's face, the diner finally came to his senses and hurriedly smiled.

"Uncle