"Not afraid!"
"It's good not to be afraid. Remember, don't be afraid, and also remember me, who I am."
"You are Grandpa."
As the child shouted this, the solemn and heavy aura around Old Master Wang began to rapidly diminish.
"Ah, that's right." Old Master Wang rubbed the child's hair and answered heavily.
Meanwhile, far away, Wang Jianjun, lying in the crevice, couldn't hold back anymore as he listened to Old Master Wang's words, tears and snot streaming down uncontrollably.
The knot in his heart that had been blocking him for many days suddenly melted away, spreading out with his tears and snot.
He understood and comprehended.
This time, he was being used; someone used him to open the passageway here.
He also understood his grandfather's meaning, past matters, true or false, illusory or real, were no longer important.
