"I will obey," Song Changsheng replied out of habit, but he quickly remembered his grandfather couldn't hear him.
He rushed to the mountain peak as fast as he could. The palace gates were already open, and when he walked inside, he saw a familiar figure.
His grandfather's aura was far more profound than before, making Song Changsheng feel a heavy pressure.
'Is this Grandfather's true power?' Song Changsheng marveled. He'd seen his fair share of Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators.
There were recent examples, like his Twenty-first Grandfather, Chang Wudao, and Liu Hongye, as well as the long-bearded man they had surrounded and killed.
And from further in the past, there was Niu Dazhuang, the two Elders Qianri and Qianyue, Yinn Shang, and others.
They were all Foundation Establishment Great Perfection Cultivators, but their auras were simply incomparable. The difference was more than words could describe.
"Your grandson pays his respects, Grandfather."
