"Elder Feng, what are you doing? Please, sit down." Ge Dongxu saw Elder Feng trying to stand up and hurriedly came forward to support him.
"How can you call me Elder Feng? Speaking of which, your master was not only my benefactor but also my mentor! It's a shame that he told me I was already old and not the right person for cultivation, so he didn't pass on his true skills to me." Elder Feng managed to stand up despite trembling slightly, his hands shaking as he held a photograph.
"Dad, please sit down." Feng Jiahui knew about her father's painful leg condition, and seeing him standing unsteadily, she quickly stepped forward to persuade him.
"No, you help Dad place this photo properly; Dad wants to pay his respects with a bow," Elder Feng said, waving his hand.
