When Li Guanyi returned, he saw his usually composed aunt, her eyes slightly red as if she had just been crying, and immediately had a hunch about the cause. Upon meeting the green-robed old man who claimed to know only a little about swordsmanship, the aunt pulled Li Guanyi over and said, "Li Nu'er."
"Come, this is your Grandpa."
Li Guanyi calmly observed the green-robed old man. The young man who had dared to remove the former City Lord of Zhenbei City's head in the middle of the bustling streets now seemed frozen stiff. The green-robed old man extended his hand to press atop the youth's head and gently rubbed it.
Li Guanyi heard himself say, "Grandpa."
The eyes of the green-robed old man were streaked with tears.