Xu Yang had a feeling as if he were dreaming, as it all seemed too unreal.
Xu Zhiyuan continued to chatter non-stop.
He looked pleased.
He was genuinely happy about his grandson becoming a Heavenly Master.
He talked at length, even thinking about how many dishes should be served at the "promotion ceremony to the rank of Heavenly Master" and which chefs to invite. He said, "Grandson, you are in charge of two major Ghost Markets and also serve as the dean of Wu City's Martial Arts Academy. You're busy with official duties on normal days, so there's no need for you to worry about the ceremony."
"Grandpa will take care of it for you."
"Just remember to come earlier."
The old man waved his hand, summoning a dark, gloomy "auspicious cloud" made of Yin energy, and left.
Xu Yang tried to keep him, saying, "Grandpa, we don't have to rush the ceremony, but how about coming to our house tonight for dinner... I'll ask your granddaughters-in-law to prepare more dishes."
