Upon entering the stone tower, Lan Ling immediately started looking around.
"Huh, where's the poor grandpa?" Lan Ling wondered aloud as she stared at the empty first-floor hall of the stone tower.
"Little one, looking for your poor grandpa?" An elderly voice came from the second floor. Soon after, an old man in a white robe slowly made his way down from the second floor, clutching a brightly colored handkerchief in his hand!
"Huh, isn't that my mother's handkerchief? How did it end up with poor grandpa?" Lan Ling's gaze was instantly drawn to the handkerchief in the elder's hand, and she asked curiously.
"Hehe, your mother accidentally left it here during her last visit. Knowing you were coming, poor grandpa held onto it, especially for you to bring back to your mother!"
The elder looked at Lan Ling with a kind gaze, passing the handkerchief to her, yet he did not give Song Jian beside her a direct look, as if he were air.
