"Ninth Grandpa?" Luo Qianqian's mouth hung open as she literally jumped up.
Jimo Cheng chuckled and held her still, "Don't jump around." Then he introduced her to the three people in the room, "This is Grandpa's contemporary, ranked ninth, hence Ninth Grandpa. Ninth Grandpa, please stop teasing Jin Yuee."
"That's no fun. With such an introduction, am I not supposed to keep a straight face like I do with those youngsters? How boring is that?" the old man pouted, "I still prefer to be called the old trickster."
"Ninth Grandpa, we still need to observe the proper respects," Jimo Cheng said seriously, yet his face remained lightly amused.
"Hello, Ninth Grandpa, I am Jin Yuee," Luo Qianqian bowed respectfully—given what Jimo Cheng had said, what choice did she have? "I apologize for any offense earlier, I had no idea."
The elder's face was full of gloom as he rummaged through his clothes and a trunk, eventually pulling out a small black stone, "Here, a gift for meeting you."
