At this moment, Wu Tian left the back garden, but did not enter his own pavilion. Instead, he stood outside the building,
It was a dark night, with sparse stars and a bright moon. The wind was cool, and the space felt desolate.
The night easily makes one feel lonely and fall into contemplation of the past.
"Come out."
Standing in place, Wu Tian stood with his hands behind his back and suddenly spoke.
"Grand... grandfather."
Yang Tianzi walked out awkwardly, bringing someone along with him. He looked embarrassed, as with this person by his side, he had to call out.
The person who emerged was an elder, carrying a Turtle Shell, dressed in a long robe, appearing quite elegant.
He looked at Wu Tian's back, his body trembling with excitement. His eyes were slightly misty with tears,
"Mas... Master!"
This voice felt very familiar to Wu Tian. He turned around, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Little Turtle, is that you?"
"It's me, it's me indeed."
