Su Lin was pulled by Su Qi, following behind Zhang Xin into the hall.
After Zhang Xin entered, without waiting for Su Qi to serve him, he unceremoniously sat in the master's seat.
"Huh?"
Su Lin secretly frowned, that was his grandfather's seat.
Song Yiyi also cautiously followed in, curiously observing.
"Ah Xin! Come, come!"
Su Qi couldn't wait to pull Su Lin in front of Zhang Xin, with a hint of imperceptible pride in his tone:
"This is my nephew, Su Lin! He is now in the Tendon Lock Realm, especially talented in the use of Qi and Blood!"
He turned his head to Su Lin and said:
"Quick, greet Uncle Zhang."
Su Lin did as told, respectfully clasped his fists in salute:
"Hello, Uncle Zhang."
Zhang Xin looked at Su Lin's clasped fist posture, a slightly playful smile on his lips, his tone light:
"Oh? Is this little village of yours going retro now?"
Hearing that, Su Lin's eyelids twitched slightly.
