Lan Cai sat beside the sickbed, looking at the elder with a rosy complexion and spirited eyes, and exclaimed with joy, "Grandfather, you have really awakened."
The old man smiled and said, "Stop crying. Crying will ruin your looks, and the children of the Lan Family shed blood, not tears."
"Um," Lan Cai wiped away her tears, took Li Xiaoyao's hand, and said, "Grandfather, this is Li Xiaoyao."
Li Xiaoyao, with an expression of cold pride befitting a male god, nodded to the elder and said, "Hello."
The elder showed great interest in Li Xiaoyao and after scrutinizing him up and down, asked, "Are you a Cultivator?"
Li Xiaoyao was somewhat surprised but then came to a realization.
It seemed that behind the scenes of the Lan Family, there indeed must be Cultivators, otherwise how would the elder know such things?
"Um," Li Xiaoyao did not deny it and said, "Your granddaughter is now also a Cultivator."
"What?" The elder looked at Lan Cai in surprise, disbelieving.
