Wan An looked at his grandson with loving eyes and sighed, "At the time, seeing him so small and drenched by the heavy rain, I was worried he would get sick and not make it. I never imagined he'd grow into such a sturdy young man so quickly!"
Through the clean and handsome young man before him, he seemed to see his own child grown into an adult.
Once again, Wan An couldn't help but wonder if he could succeed in cultivation, would he be able to learn about the state of his parents and wife and children in the Netherworld?
Have they reincarnated or are they working as wandering ghosts with nowhere to go?
When he learned from the Yin Messenger that he still had hope for cultivation, these thoughts lingered in his mind and wouldn't dissipate. But he simply couldn't bring himself to speak about it; after all, having a grandson was trouble enough, how could he make such demands and try to bring the whole family on board?
