"You haven't been to see your grandfather in years. What's brought you here today with some leisure time?"
Puffing out smoke rings, the Old Fox chuckled as he spoke, motioning for Hu Tianzong to come into the inner room.
"It's all my father's fault. If he hadn't insisted on me inheriting the position of Tianshan Sect Leader, I'd be here every day to play with you, Grandpa.
You have no idea how tough my father is right now.
Just the last time, to win a chance for the Hu Family, he directly threw me into the Southern Ming Wasteland.
If it weren't for your skills, your precious great-grandson wouldn't be here."
Listening to Hu Tianzong listing the "crimes" of his father one by one, the Old Fox beside him remained silent, just quietly listening, his dark yellow eyes lovingly watching his little great-grandson.
