"Young Master Lin, it has been a few months since we last met, and you have truly left this old man in awe."
Yan He'an's figure appeared at the courtyard gate, and beside him stood a boy about twelve or thirteen years old.
"I must thank Senior Yan for the grace of gifting me the map."
Lin Chen humbly replied, his gaze falling on the young boy. Seeing Lin Chen's eyes looking toward him, Yan He'an stepped aside to let the boy come forward and introduced, "This is my grandson, Yan Ping."
After the introduction, Yan He'an said to his grandson, "Ping'er, this is the Lin Chen, the one you admire most. Hurry and pay your respects."
"No need for that."
Lin Chen quickly raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Your teacher is my benefactor, and I am not worthy to receive such respect from your grandson. Ping'er, right? Just call me Brother Lin."
"Brother Lin!"
Yan Ping, seeing Lin Chen, was very excited, his face turning bright red.
