"Are you Ouyang Ying's son? Do you have proof?" After exchanging brief pleasantries, Fang Shouye looked at the handsome young man, indeed finding him somewhat familiar.
Yet the world is vast, and many share similar appearances. To recognize kin based solely on a resemblance to Ouyang Ying seemed a bit rash.
"I have a magical artifact that my mother left before she passed, which can prove my identity." Wan Mingchuan, not seeing his grandfather appear, suspected the other party wanted to delay or find a reason to prevent the meeting.
He immediately said coldly: "But that is, after all, my mother's relic, and needs to be presented for my grandfather to inspect. May I ask the Sect Leader, where is my grandfather Ouyang Qing now?"
Fang Shouye detected the dissonance in the tone, just hoping his disciple would handle matters properly, then smiled: "No hurry, no hurry, Ouyang has been in poor health and secluded for years, inconvenient for meeting guests.
