Zhang Yang was eager to know how this person he personally buried had come back to life.
The old man across from him smiled, surveying Zhang Yang up and down, and said, "You've grown up, and so tall too."
Seeing his grandfather again, Zhang Yang's feelings were extremely complicated.
His heart was happy, but his rationality forced him to remain cautious.
Zhang Yang asked in a deep voice, "So you were never really dead?"
"Dead?" The old man snorted, picking up the pipe on the table and lighting it.
"I faked my death back then." The old man's tone suddenly turned grave.
"The people from the Qingyi Sect were relentlessly hunting me. I had no choice but to pretend to be dead to hide. At that time, you were still young. If I hadn't hidden, boy, where would you have today's fortune? You would have long been captured by them for experiments."
Zhang Yang just felt his mind buzzing. So his grandfather had been alive all these years?
