Glancing at John, Old Ye opened his mouth to speak, already knowing his thoughts. "Those you offended, naturally, you have to ask for forgiveness, and those who offended you are meant to seek forgiveness from you; that is the natural order of things. Hurry up and prepare for school; no one can make my grandson beg forgiveness; even gods and demons with leviathans can't achieve such a thing."
Old Ye's words were overbearing, and he didn't fail to exude the awe in his bones.
But all these were meaningless before Jenny and John, who had never cultivated before; their faces were filled with shock rather than worship.
Very depressing.
Sighing Old Ye waved his hand and said impatiently to John, "Hurry up and take your bath; if you don't arrive at school early, they will have a legitimate reason to punish you. Also, take this beauty pill I promised you last night."
Hearing Old Ye's words, John regained his senses. Receiving the beauty pill excitedly from Old Ye, he returned to his room to take his bath and prepare for school.
Old Ye took his attention from John to Jenny, who had not said a word since he entered the living room.
"There is no need to be depressed about cutting ties with your ex-husband; such a man isn't worthy to even bear the responsibility attached to being a husband. Think of what you want to do after now; you are still young, and with me around, whatever career you want to start, you will flourish with it," Old Ye said confidently.
In his eyes, those aristocratic family tricks are not worth mentioning.
It would be a lie if Jenny didn't feel bad about the man she has called her husband for many years, not even bothering to call her and comfort her or even bothering to show his face after their divorce.
"Thank you, Grandpa. Since you said it, I will think about what to do." Jenny nodded and said.
Her thought was simple, with Old Ye around, everything would go smoothly.
Nodding his head in satisfaction, Old Ye clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the house. Taking a turn, he arrived at the backyard.
Seeing the bicycle parked at the side of the wall, his face darkened.
That was the former Old Ye treasure horse. The tyres were missing; even some parts of the bicycle were detached and stolen.
Old Ye seethed in rage; he had anticipated how many skills he would pull up with the bicycle, but with the condition of the bicycle, it was impossible.
"If I don't teach these idiots how to behave, they will think messing around with me is fun." Done speaking, Old Ye formed a hand seal that was suspended in the air.
A tai-chi diagram floated in mid-air, revolving from time to time.
Three balls of glowing light circled the bicycle before leaping into mid-air.
"Lead the way," Old Ye said softly.
As if the three balls of light heard what he said, they floated towards the horizon. Old Ye, without moving a muscle, twisted the space around him, and he vanished out of sight.
"I don't even see the reason I was asked to steal those bicycle parts; I can't even sell them for good money. How depressing." A young man with a blue T-shirt grumbled as he counted the bank notes in his hands.
From his words, one could tell he just returned from a bicycle parts shop, and the gloomy look on his face meant the harvest this time was terrible.
"That old man can't even afford a decent bicycle; how can one be poor to such an extent?" The young man putting on a blue T-shirt complained bitterly.
In his years of stealing, this was his worst loot; his target was so poor that he even felt pity for him.
"Are you talking about me?" He suddenly heard a voice that startled him.
Raising his head from counting the bank notes in his hands time without a number, he saw a young man wearing a faded trouser and a dirty buttoned shirt.
The outfit reminded him of somebody, but the handsome man before him was so good-looking that he couldn't be that person.
Naturally, the young handsome man dressed shabbily is Old Ye, and with the balls of light, he was able to track down one of the bicycle parts thieves.
"Who are you?" the blue-shirt youth asked unhappily.
"Naturally the person you stole from, Where are my bicycle parts?" Old Ye demanded immediately; although he heard what the young man was grumbling about, he didn't care at all.
The blue-shirt man's eyes widened in shock. He had followed the old man who he stole his bicycle parts for days before he made his move; he didn't remember seeing this young and handsome man around him.
"I don't know what you are talking about; you got the wrong guy," the blue-shirt young man denied coldly.
Darkening his face he didn't wait for Old Ye to say another word and hastened his footsteps to walk away.
He realised that no matter how many times he placed his feet on the pavement, he didn't seem to leave the particular place he started walking from.
The more he realised this, the more alarmed he became.
"If I don't have my bicycle parts, forget about leaving here; you will remain here for one hundred years, even two million years, and no one will notice you," Old Ye said coldly.
With his capabilities, making such a thing possible is just him flicking a finger.
The blue-shirt young man also realised that although the open street was bustling and people were using the same pedestrian as them, no one seemed to pay attention to them at all.
They seemed not to exist with the others.
The blue-shirt man suddenly thought of Old Ye as a ghost; goosebumps covered his entire body.
"I will return it. I will return it. Please don't kill me, ghost, please! Don't kill me." The blue-shirt man fell on his knees and pleaded anxiously, his face filled with grave fear.