“I’ve returned. It’s been a while, grandfather, have you been well? Allow me to pay my respects.” A person walked over from the curtain of rain with unhurried and steady steps. There was no light or protection symbols around him, yet not a single drop of rain fell onto his body.
He was a tall and slender man. There was a specific rhythm in his steady steps, which sounded both clear yet fleeting. If one did not listen carefully, they would not even be aware of this person’s existence, for he had unified himself with this bit of heaven and earth.
“Ziteng, I’ve been waiting for your return all these years. Grandfather has already been crippled!” Shi Yuan cried out. His face was currently ashen, and his voice was full of resentment.
“There’s no need to be afraid, grandfather. I am back now!” The voice of Shi Ziteng was turning cold.
When he showed up, the expression of many people in the Martial Imperial Manor changed.
