"No, it's just that Grandpa's emotions are a bit intense."
Thinking of Grandpa in the car, constantly explaining to Master the texts recorded by cultivators over the past millennia, and mentioning the gift he wants to give Master, Yu Shuo felt a headache.
This was the first time since he grew up that he saw Grandpa being so talkative and enthusiastic.
Hearing his son say it's nothing, Yu Qingli nodded: "It's good that it's nothing, let's go upstairs and take a look."
Sitting in the old master's study, Gu Jin stared at the heavy books piled up in front of her, her eyes twitching.
She knew the Yu Family had books recorded by cultivators for nearly a thousand years but didn't expect it to be such a thick book, at least ten centimeters thick.
The old master didn't notice her twitching eyes, placing the book on the table, then turning to take out a particularly exquisite box from the bookshelf.
He carefully placed the ornate box in front of Gu Jin.
