"Your grandfather is back!" Yang Xiaotian strode out of the courtyard, asking with joy.
"Yes, my grandfather is outside." Tie Qiulan said with a brilliant smile, like a flower on the snow, "He wanted to come in to thank you, but he was afraid of disturbing your cultivation."
As Yang Xiaotian hurried out of the grove, he saw at the entrance of the village where Tie Xiaodan usually refined artifacts, a thin old man with snow-white hair, dressed in a green robe, standing in the cold snow, his robe fluttering.
This was Tie Qiulan and Tie Xiaodan's grandfather, Tie Jianfeng.
When Tie Jianfeng saw Yang Xiaotian come out, he walked over with Tie Xiaodan, and as soon as he was in front of Yang Xiaotian, he bowed deeply: "This old man thanks the young master."
Clearly, he had already heard about Yang Xiaotian rescuing Tie Qiulan from the City Lord's Mansion.
"You are too polite, senior," Yang Xiaotian quickly helped Tie Jianfeng up.
