"Thank you, Uncle Qi!"
"Alright, we're all family, no need to be formal."
...
In the backyard.
Beside the stone table, Chen Sheng and Huang Wangyou were sitting across from each other, fully absorbed in a game of chess.
The black and white chess pieces landed on the board with crisp sounds, blending into the sounds of the wind in the yard, creating a peaceful and pleasant scene.
Qin Ping'an stood at the courtyard gate, watching the two from afar.
His grandfather was dressed in plain clothes, his hair slightly white, looking just like an ordinary old man from next door.
His grandmother was in a simple dress, with gentle eyes, resembling an everyday townswoman.
It was hard for him to imagine that these were the exceptional beings capable of nurturing a cultivation emperor who could sweep across the realms and establish dominance in the world.
"Grandfather, Grandmother!"
Qin Ping'an exhaled deeply, suppressing the waves within his heart, and walked quickly forward.
