A family with an elder is like having a treasure.
Old Man Qing hailed from Medicine King Valley, his former sect residence had long been scattered by the wind and the rain.
He had been seriously injured, and had escaped with his fellow sect disciples, only to never reunite again. He watched his junior female disciple get married and have children, and then watched as the grandchildren grew up little by little.
It could be said that in his eyes, Lin Huaiyu and Little Jiu'er were almost like his own granddaughters.
In his remaining years, all he wished was to see the younger generation live well, without many other desires.
At this time, even if Zhou Ping'an did not ask for his help, he would feel displeased.
Therefore, doing something for them was not a trouble at all.
"Pretentious."
Old Man Qing shook his head with a smile, seeing right through Zhou Ping'an's thoughts.
However, he was not unhappy at all.
On the contrary, he couldn't stop grinning with joy.
