"Ancestor..."
Listening to the somewhat familiar yet somewhat foreign voice at his side.
He silently turned his head.
Looking towards the source of the voice.
Sure enough, in the very next moment.
In his line of sight, there appeared an elderly man dressed in plain gray clothes, his hair white.
This white-haired elderly man was squinting slightly, hands clasped behind his back.
His posture seemed to be slightly hunched.
At a glance, he seemed no different from an ordinary old man.
Yet in reality, if one observed closely, one would find...
There was always a faint and elusive aura flowing continuously around this old man.
"Ancestor, you..."
"Heard everything?"
Feng Wumian asked in a low voice, but as he did so,
he seemed to have realized the flaw in his words.
The elder before him was, after all, the deepest hidden ancestor of his own family.
Normally, he had never even shown himself before the common folk.
