In an instant, his old tears flowed freely, loudly shouting, his voice hoarse yet unable to hide a trace of excitement, his bent and hunched body curled into a ball, trembling continuously...
"Old man, please get up, you... what are you doing?"
Li Qingmu quickly went up to support him, but Elder Qin grabbed his hands tightly, his old eyes no longer cloudy, filled with a sharp light, "Young Master, you are the little young master of our Qin family! The old servant just knew that the Qin family would not die out, no it wouldn't! When you were taken by the mountain bandits back then, the old servant held on to a sliver of hope that one day, the young master would return. Heaven has mercy, the ancestors bless us!"
Looking at the excited Elder Qin, Long Yue and Li Qingmu exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat guilty. This was a loyal old servant, such people are rare, and even rarer is the ten-year long wait and guardianship.
