The Fun Seeker

Shen Hui looked at the old man, though he still didn't know which tarot card he belonged to in the Tarot Club.

But his strength is definitely at two extremes; he's either incredibly strong, terrifyingly strong, or incredibly weak, utterly weak.

This can be seen from his age; having lived this long, he's basically only reached these two extremes.

Shen Hui naturally preferred the latter, otherwise he wouldn't have come with Zhiyue.

The old man chuckled and said, "We're all members of the Tarot Club. There's no real protection, just mutual help."

"Today I've come with this little girl, Zhiyue, to check on you new members of the Tarot Club."

"You're all young people, so full of energy, that's wonderful. If you have any questions, you can ask me, the old man. After all, I Tarot Club before you."

After saying that, the old man looked at Huang Lingheng: "But Huang Lingheng, you shouldn't call me 'Grandpa,' you should call me 'Great-Grandpa.'"

Huang Lingheng couldn't stand it anymore when the old man told him to call him great-grandfather. Wasn't this taking advantage of him?

Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you're old?

However, just before Huang Lingheng was about to blurt out "Go to hell!", he immediately stopped himself.

A lot of thoughts raced through my mind. It didn't matter that the other person knew his name the moment they arrived; what if they really had some incredibly powerful identity, or were actually my great-grandfather...?

Huang Lingheng himself thought this idea was outrageous, since he didn't have any great-grandfathers in his own family, let alone outside.

But he still managed to ask, "Sir, who are you?"

Although he was questioning the old man, Huang Lingheng's gaze was fixed on Zhiyue.

And he kept raising his eyebrows and giving me meaningful glances, practically screaming, "Tell me quickly, or I'll be unsure!"

Zhiyue didn't hide anything and said directly, "He is the eighth position in the Tarot Club, representing power."

Shen Hui had specifically researched this beforehand. The symbol for the power of position eight is a girl in white, gently stroking a lion with her head down. Above her head is an inverted 8, representing the symbol of infinity.

The pattern might have been covered up on the old man's body; at least Shen Hui didn't see it on the exposed parts.

Secondly, regarding the power within the force, Shen Hui had also speculated that since it was related to strength, it would be the simplest and most direct form of power enhancement. Of course, this was just Shen Hui's speculation, and the specifics would certainly require an answer from the person in question.

When Huang Lingheng heard that the identity was a power within the Tarot Club, he was about to blurt out, "What does power have to do with me?"

Before she could even speak, she stopped herself. This wasn't the identity she wanted to know!

Huang Lingheng immediately looked at Zhiyue and saw that she was giving a subtle smile.

It's unclear whether they were laughing at Huang Lingheng or just being polite.

For Shen Hui, Qingxue, Leng Zimeng, the old man's identity was unimportant. As long as they knew he was a member of the Tarot Club, that was enough.

So Shen Hui thought for a moment, then blurted out, "Hello, senior."

Qingxue and Leng Zimeng followed suit, greeting Shen Hui with "Greetings, Senior."

The old man immediately nodded in response, showing no airs or the slightest sign of being flattered.

Instead, they remained remarkably calm, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Hui and Qingxue might not have seen this kind of person often, but Huang Lingheng naturally knew that someone could have such an unassuming demeanor.

They are either in high positions or possess formidable abilities.

He didn't dare to be negligent and immediately responded, "Greetings, senior."

However, as soon as he said it, the old man immediately corrected him, "It's fine for them to call me senior, but you, kid, should call me great-grandfather."

Huang Lingheng immediately put on a stern face. This old man really was going to make things difficult for him, wasn't he? Why was he going against him from the very beginning?

Even Shen Hui and the others couldn't help but wonder if this old man was really related to Huang Lingheng.

At this point, Huang Lingheng could only force a smile and ask, "Senior, what exactly is your identity?"

"I am your great-grandfather."

For a moment, the entire room fell silent, with only the suppressed giggles escaping from between their teeth and the corners of their mouths.

Huang Lingheng was furious, but dared not retaliate, his face turning red with suppressed rage.

Shen Hui couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This old man is really tormenting people."

Why not just say it directly? People will willingly call you that.

The old man smirked, "Alright, alright, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. Just call me Great-Grandpa, and I'll tell you straight away."

Not to mention Huang Lingheng, even Shen Hui was extremely eager to know the old man's identity.

Huang Lingheng, going all out, directly asked, "Grandpa, who exactly are you?"

Upon hearing the words "great-grandfather," the old man's wrinkles seemed to smooth out.

He was absolutely overjoyed, laughing and replying, "Hey, hehehe."

"Then who are you?"

Huang Lingheng immediately followed up with a question.

The old man pointed to himself. "Me? I'm an old acquaintance of your grandfather's."

Upon hearing this, Huang Lingheng's face showed a look of surprise.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an old acquaintance of his grandfather, and even a member of the Tarot Club.

Shen Hui was also surprised that someone from the same era, someone who had walked alongside him, possessed strength comparable to the Lord of Night.

Just as Huang Lingheng was about to ask more questions, the old man immediately added, "He's also my mortal enemy. He does everything against me, he's incredibly annoying."

"But now it's awesome, hahaha, his grandson calls me great-grandfather, so I'm his dad now, hahaha!"

Upon hearing these words, Huang Lingheng's expression immediately shifted from surprise to a state of utter despair and petrification.

Shen Hui and the others were also completely taken aback, never expecting that the other party was actually playing Huang Lingheng.

This guy is such a fun-loving old man!

Shen Hui wanted to comfort poor Huang Lingheng, who had inexplicably gained a great-grandfather.

However, human joys and sorrows are not shared; let him bear them alone.

The old man chuckled, completely disregarding Huang Lingheng's feelings.

"Hehe, I'm so happy today. It was definitely the right decision for Zhiyue to bring me here."

Zhiyue smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Zhang, as long as you're happy."

After the old man finished laughing, the smile on his face returned to normal.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Qingfeng, and I'm from the Strength Position of the Tarot Club. I've been a member of this organization for decades."

"As you and I both know, one of the purposes of our visit is to inform Shen Hui, the chosen one of the Death God Reapers, that you can also attend our pre-departure meeting tonight."