The frail boy's eyes lit up. "Grandfather said you might be an immortal master. I did not expect it to be true."
"It seems your grandfather was also quite wise."
"That is right. When Grandfather was young, he was the best at catching and raising fish in our Great Fish Village. Unfortunately…"
The frail boy did not say more. He turned to look at the old fisher-farmer, his eyes dimming. They were filled with grief, and mist rose in them.
"Your grandfather was killed by your father. Do you hate your father?"
"Immortal master, why say such a thing? That gambling ghost is not my Father. My Father and Mother had an accident when they went out once. He is my Second Uncle."
"So that is how it is." Jianyi Mingshu nodded. "Although that Second Uncle of yours was your closest relative, his actions were truly hateful. I killed him. You will not blame me, will you?"
