"'Just who is the grandpa and who's the grandson here?'"
The Little Daoist Child, standing guard far from the main gate of the residence, glanced back into the main hall and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He saw Yang Xun leaning forward, his back bent, looking for all the world like a humble student seeking instruction.
Jiang Yi, however, sat upright in his chair, his expression serene, like a teacher giving a lesson.
The scene truly made it difficult to tell who was the senior.
"Grandpa, just do as I say. Like this, and like that..."
Jiang Yi instructed him, word by word.
After listening, Yang Xun's face filled with difficulty, his bald brows twitching slightly.
"Isn't this... a bit too despicable?"
Jiang Yi frowned and said,
"Grandpa, you're being far too soft-hearted! Sui Liushu already sees you as a 'Daoist Can.' Are you still going to talk about morals and righteousness with him?"
"Besides, we are Demon Cultivators! We're supposed to be unscrupulous!"
