The moment Yu Daochen unleashed his Heavenly Qian Palm, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Yu Daochen's expression grew serious as he saw an unfamiliar figure.
Indeed, his intuition was correct!
Upon seeing Yu Daochen's Heavenly Qian Palm, the figure's lips curved upwards. With a mere raise of his hand, he caught the powerful and forceful Heavenly Qian Palm.
Bang!
The two palms collided with equal force. Yu Daochen was directly repelled, while the figure remained completely still, like a great mountain. Not even the clothes on his body were disturbed by the surge of energy.
Yu Daochen's face turned extremely grim. This person's strength was no less than that of a Black List expert; they were on the same level.
Judging by his demeanor, he must have been here for quite some time, yet Yu Daochen had only just sensed him.
Right, Yu Yijun was still at the front of the shop.
Yu Daochen immediately became uneasy. "What did you do to that little girl?"
The figure smiled faintly and slowly spoke, "You mean the little lass in the shop? She's very cute."
Hearing this, killing intent flared in Yu Daochen's eyes. His left eye narrowed, filled with Samsara Blood Tears. Several drops of Samsara Blood Tears condensed into a short sword. Grasping it, he instantly lunged at the figure.
Yu Daochen glared fiercely at the figure, cursing, "Scum, you dare touch my daughter? You're asking for death!"
The figure was slightly shocked and couldn't help but ask, "Your own?"
Yu Daochen seized the momentary lapse in the figure's composure, pressing his hand down and closing the distance. The Samsara Blood Tears short sword in his hand slashed out.
Although the figure's movement was slightly delayed by his shock, he quickly reacted to the incoming Samsara Blood Tears short sword. Drawing a weapon from his waist with one hand, he blocked the slashing sword.
Clang!
A crisp sound of cold steel colliding echoed. Yu Daochen's face was filled with astonishment as he saw the weapon in the figure's hand.
This was his own Kanglong Mace!
The figure looked at the Samsara Blood Tears short sword in Yu Daochen's hand, a hint of surprise in his voice, "I didn't expect Samsara Blood Tears could be used like this."
However, what he wanted to know more was whether the little lass in the shop was truly Yu Daochen's biological daughter.
The figure's face was obscured by his hood, making it impossible to discern his appearance. Even after two exchanges, Yu Daochen couldn't get a clear look at him.
However, during their brief clash, he was certain the person harbored no killing intent.
"Who exactly are you?" Yu Daochen asked, puzzled as to how the figure possessed the Kanglong Mace.
The figure sighed, lifted his hood, and a smile appeared on his face. "Long time no see, Henhen."
Yu Daochen observed the man. He appeared to be around seventy years old, yet his hair was as black as a youth's. His spirit and energy were comparable to a robust man in his thirties or forties. His face was expressionless but exuded an oppressive aura.
However, this person bore some resemblance to him.
No, it was he who resembled this person.
The figure looked at Yu Daochen, a tear of joy welling up in his eyes. "How many years has it been since we last met, Henhen?"
Hearing himself addressed as "Henhen," Yu Daochen became even more bewildered. "Speaking of which, who are you?"
In his memory, this old man didn't seem familiar.
Seeing that Yu Daochen didn't recognize him, a hint of sadness flickered in the figure's eyes. "Indeed, you were only two years old when I left. It's normal that you don't remember."
After speaking, the figure straightened his back, exuding a powerful presence. "I am your grandfather, Yu Shuntian!"
Yu Daochen remained wary of the old man who claimed to be his grandfather. Ever since he could remember, he had never met his grandfather, and his family rarely spoke of his name.
He had always thought of himself as an orphan, but now that a grandfather had suddenly appeared, anyone would be suspicious.
"This..." Yu Shuntian looked a bit troubled.
He was his grandfather, so how else could he prove it?
Did he need to get a DNA test?
Looking at your appearance, I can tell the Yu family's genes are strong.
Suddenly, Yu Shuntian seemed to recall something. He reached into his pocket and tossed an old pocket watch.
Yu Daochen caught the pocket watch and opened it. Inside, he saw a black-and-white family photo.
A young couple, with the woman holding a one-year-old infant. On either side of the young couple stood a man and a woman.
The man on the left was the person before him. Although many years had passed and he had aged considerably, his body's outline had not changed at all.
Yu Daochen could confirm that the three people in the photo were his parents and grandmother.
As for this man, there was no doubt; he was his grandfather.
Yu Daochen looked at Yu Shuntian and couldn't help but add, "Grandfather."
Yu Shuntian looked at Yu Daochen, a look of affection on his face. "Henhen, have you been well all these years?"
"Uh..." With a grandfather suddenly appearing, Yu Daochen didn't know how to respond. "I've been alright, at least I haven't starved."
Yu Daochen's heart was a mix of emotions, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He also had too many questions.
He never expected his grandfather to be a Black List level expert.
If he hadn't died, why hadn't he come to find him all these years?
What had he been doing all this time?
These questions left Yu Daochen unsure of which one to ask first.
Yu Shuntian suddenly broke the silence. "By the way, that little lass in the shop, she isn't your biological daughter, is she?"
Yu Shuntian observed Yu Daochen, finding it highly unlikely. His grandson was only nineteen this year, but that little lass looked to be around eight or nine years old.
Yu Daochen felt a bit awkward. "Well, Grandpa, you might not believe this, but this little girl is my daughter. Her name is Yu Yijun."
"What!" Yu Shuntian's mouth fell open in disbelief.
Yu Daochen explained the entire sequence of events.
At the tea table in the front of the shop, Yu Shuntian pondered for a moment and murmured, "That makes sense. If that spiritual pearl could nurture life, then your blood would be the catalyst. This means this little girl has the blood of our Yu family flowing within her."
Yu Yijun, having finished brewing the tea, brought it over. She appeared cautious, completely devoid of her usual spirited and mischievous nature. She respectfully called out, "Great-Grandfather, please have some tea."
Seeing the little girl's nervousness, Yu Shuntian patted her head, a smile of happiness on his face. "Little girl, don't be nervous. We are all family. Here, Great-Grandfather will give you a longevity lock."
As he spoke, Yu Shuntian took a longevity lock from his pocket and fastened it onto Yu Yijun.
A smile appeared on Yu Yijun's small face. "Heehee, thank you, Great-Grandfather."
Hearing the address "Great-Grandfather," Yu Shuntian's heart swelled with joy. He reached out and rubbed Yu Yijun's chubby cheeks. "Little girl, you speak so nicely. Tell Great-Grandfather what you want."
Yu Daochen looked at the longevity lock around Yu Yijun's neck, feeling a bit bewildered.
It was gold!
No, that wasn't the point.
Yu Daochen, still confused, asked, "Grandfather, why do you carry this thing with you?"