Chen Wanhong's face was filled with smiles.
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing looked even more helpless.
He served some tea and snacks to Chen Wanhong, watching this living ancestor settle down across from him, seemingly speaking in jest, but actually helping resolve his inner knot.
"Everyone faces such a day, learn to adapt. Although it's a bit early for you, who told you to leave all your family out in the external world?"
"Ancestor, I'm really fine."
"Fine? Haha!" Chen Wanhong laughed heartily and pointed at himself to Chen Zhixing: "Do you think I don't know whether you're fine? Do you know how I endured my arrival at Star Island, my hundred-year birthday, three hundred-year birthday, thousand-year birthday? It's all thanks to pure determination, thinking that my relatives are still around, as long as I return to East Profound Jiang State, set foot again on Ziwei Mountain, I can still see them!"
