Wang Chang walked toward the three of them. Wang Wei could immediately tell he was different; the death aura surrounding him was gone, replaced by an unmatched vitality. From afar, he could hear the sound of his blood rushing to his body, followed by his powerful heartbeat.
He could already imagine the old man's strength but noticed something else–he was not as happy as usual. Normally, he would have been laughing his heart out, talking as loud as his heart wished. However, his grandfather seemed quiet until he reached the table.
"My favorite grandson, how are you?" said Wang Chang before patting Wang Wei on the head.
"I'm your only grandson," replied Wang Wei, rolling his eyes. "But grandpa, why do I feel like you're not in the best mood?"
"Hey," said Wang Chang with a sigh. "I left my seclusion, prepared to go show off to my old friends. Then, I realized most of them are already dead."
