Looking at the courtyard, Grandpa was spinning around with his childhood self, Chen Yang's eyes filled with a nostalgic longing.
In his memories, Grandpa was the dearest of his relatives.
Now, seeing Grandpa appear before him like this, how could he not be moved?
"No, Grandpa has passed away, this is an illusion!"
Chen Yang shuddered, violently shook his head, and the scene before his eyes changed—the courtyard vanished, Grandpa vanished, replaced by a gloomy great hall.
In front of him was a tachi thrusting straight at him.
He moved his body to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade as it grazed past his chest, the sharpness of the sword's aura made his skin feel cold.
After dodging the tachi, he let out a sigh of relief. Then, he charged forward, dropping his shoulder and slamming into Chu Su, attempting to grab the tachi in Chu Su's hand.
"Hmph, quite impressive."
Chu Su, caught in the illusion, spoke in Huaxia's language.
