On the way back to Emperor City, Ming Lan's mood had improved somewhat. He wore a black embroidered hoodie with the hood over his head, and wore a baseball cap on top.
Noticing his grandfather's odd expression—smiling one moment, almost about to cry the next—made him anxious.
"Grandpa." Ming Lan squeezed in with Ming Feng on the single sofa, pushing Ming Feng nearly onto the armrest. "Grandpa, what's wrong? Why are you about to cry and then laugh?"
"That sword, could it really be the Starlight Sword?" Every time grandpa collected an authentic item related to the Divine Hidden Emperor, he would have an episode like this.
Ming Feng shook his head, "You don't understand."
"How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me?"
Ming Feng snorted, speaking seriously, "I saw my mother."
Ming Lan: "..."
He looked worriedly at Ming Feng, thinking to himself that something was wrong; he feared his grandpa might have Alzheimer's.
