Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
“He’s in front.” Zhuo Junyue nodded. “He knows a bit about it, too.”
“Let’s go and take a look!” Zhuo Chuhui said and told his wife, “Stay here, you don’t need to go there.”
“Alright. Then, you father and son should go there quickly! Don’t make them wait for long. I’ll tell the kitchen staff to prepare some dishes.” Madam Zhuo motioned both of them to make haste.
Upon entering the hall, Zhuo Chuhui saw that the man sitting in a leisurely manner while drinking wine was Sage Hun Yuan. So, he shifted his gaze towards the young man at Sage Hun Yuan’s side and was surprised.
The young man, dressed in azure, sat still, thoughtful, not knowing what he was thinking. When he saw them come in, he looked up at Zhuo Chuhui with surprise in his eyes and studied him quietly with his limpid eyes.
Is this his father’s disciple? Why is he so young?
Zhuo Chuhui thought that his father’s apprentice should have been around his age, but surprisingly, he was such a young man.
“Immortal Lord.” He first gave Sage Hun Yuan a salute, then greeted him with a smile. “I didn’t expect to see you again this soon.”
“Indeed! The old man didn’t expect to come to your house again so soon.” Sage Hun Yuan smiled with his eyes narrowed. While drinking wine, he glanced at Feng Jiu, then told Zhuo Chuhui. “Today, however, she’s the one looking for you, not the old man. Just treat it as if the old man isn’t here.”
Hearing this, Zhuo Chuhui’s smile turned a bit stiff. He thought to himself, this Immortal Lord is…as direct as ever.
“Feng Jiu, this is my father, Zhuo Chuhui.” Zhuo Junyue introduced his father to Feng Jiu.
“Master Zhuo.” Feng Jiu gave him a salute and greeted him.
“Please take a seat, Young Master Feng.” Zhuo Chuhui made an inviting gesture and also sat down.
“Master Zhuo, I’d like to see the Old Madam. Please give me company.” She spoke straightforwardly.
Zhuo Chuhui paused and looked at Feng Jiu.”Young Master Feng, my son has just told me about it, but I still have a few questions to ask you.”
“Please ask.” She replied.
“You said that your Master is Chu Ba Tian, a prominent figure in the Lower Continent. The name is identical, but how can you be so sure that your Master is my father?”
Feng Jiu’s lips curved up in a smile. “If nothing else, you look very similar to your father. If I was a little unsure before, I can already tell by looking at your face that you are his descendant.”
Zhuo Chuhui was stunned. Did he resemble his father? It turned out that they were much alike. It turned out that his father’s appearance was like this…
After a pause, he looked at the young man in front of him and mumbled as if talking to himself. “After finding his descendants, so what? He’s not even here anymore. What do we have to do with him?”
“I heard your second son’s legs are disabled? I know a little about medicine. I can help treat him.” Instead of answering him, she said this.
Indeed, since the person had passed away, what to do after finding his descendants? She did not know anything else, but since she owed her Master a debt of gratitude, if his descendants were in trouble, she would do her best to help them.
