Martial Master

“Grandpa!”

Qin Ying was speechless, her face filled with frustration, “It’s not that I’m not looking, it’s just that I haven’t found anyone suitable yet.”

“Suitable?

Do you have to find someone like Chen’er?

A character like Chen’er, you probably won’t find one in the entire Tianwu Continent.”

Qin Batian huffed.

“Pfft!”

Qin Chen chuckled, this was the first time he saw Yingjie looking so pitiful, but it warmed his heart. In the Chengdi Pavilion, many people were not related to him by blood, and over time, he would sometimes feel distant. But home is always home, and family is always family. They wouldn't let time diminish their feelings of longing, nor would they create barriers just because their grandson became powerful.

“By the way, Chen’er, how are you doing?

You went to the Heavenly Realm with Qianxue and the others, right?

Where are they?

You’re getting older, have you had a few chubby children in the Heavenly Realm?

I heard the spiritual energy in the Heavenly Realm is dense; your children must be excellent if born there?”

The old man turned his gaze to Qin Chen.

“Grandpa.”

Qin Chen was speechless.

Now it was Qin Ying's turn to burst out laughing, serving him right for making fun of her before. Let’s see if he can withstand the old man's nagging.

“Qianxue and the others are all fine, but they all have their own matters to attend to, so they didn't come back together this time.”

Qin Chen smiled bitterly, not wanting to explain too much. He was afraid Grandpa and the others would worry, as there were many things they couldn't help with. Simply mentioning them would only evoke sadness.

“Then who is this…” The old man's gaze locked onto Murong Bingyun.

“Murong Bingyun pays her respects to Grandpa Qin.”

Murong Bingyun hurriedly stepped forward. Knowing that Qin Batian was Qin Chen's grandfather, she naturally didn’t dare to neglect him.

“Hmm, this little girl looks quite good. I heard you are the daughter of Shangguan Xier?

You are in the Miaomiao Palace, yet you can find your way back, rising from the mud unstained. Not bad, not bad!”

Qin Batian nodded. Although he had never met Murong Bingyun, he had heard some details from previous conversations and knew her identity. “Chen’er, you must not treat this girl poorly because of her previous status, understand?

The parents' mistakes are not the children's fault; the children are innocent.”

The old man took out a jade pendant. “I don’t have much to give you, but this jade pendant is something I obtained on the battlefield, and it has accompanied me for quite some time, so I’m giving it to you.”

Cold sweat broke out on Qin Chen's forehead.

This jade pendant, yellowish-white, was a Tianlong jade, a unique treasure from the Yaoshu Mountain Range. In the land of the Five Nations, it could be considered a treasure, but in the Hundred Dynasties, it was nothing special. As for the Tianwu Continent, it was even more common.

Moreover, this jade had red stains on it, clearly stained with blood. It was evident that the old man cherished it, always wearing it, and it was very smooth, a treasured item of his.

Now that it was brought out, Qin Chen was instantly speechless. Did Grandpa recognize the wrong person? Wanting to hug his grandson, he treated anyone as his granddaughter-in-law.

And Murong Bingyun, what kind of person was she?

The Young Mistress of the Miaomiao Palace, a direct disciple of the Lord of the Guanghan Palace, a top genius of the Heavenly Realm. Would she even care for such a jade pendant?

As it turned out, before Qin Chen could say anything, Murong Bingyun had already stepped forward excitedly, accepting the jade pendant with joy. “The red candle law body, green jade from the sky, dewdrops create a hundred charms. Such fine jade, thank you, Grandpa Qin, I really like it.”

She held the jade pendant, exuding the demeanor of a young woman, very shy, and even blushing with excitement.

Damn! Qin Chen couldn't help but glance at Murong Bingyun. This girl acted too well, right?