Chapter 21: She Is Your Granddaughter

This was simply making a fool of him; this little girl couldn’t possibly be a master of that level. What’s more, the girl didn’t even possess the slightest trace of cultivation.

Ji Tianxin blinked—was she being looked down upon?

“My son, you tell me: what just happened? Who started the fight?” The old man’s sharp eyes fell on the already lifeless Granny Zhang, his gaze shifting. “Who killed this old woman?”

Ji Yuanruo truly had no idea what had taken place. “Grandfather…”

Madam Chen, seeing the old master appear, immediately felt reassured. She knew that, in the entire Ji family, the old master possessed the highest cultivation.

Since the old master himself had emerged from seclusion, what was there to fear? Surely he could deal with this wretched girl!

Ji Huaili glanced at Ji Tianxin and replied, “Father, it was her.”

The old master thought Ji Huaili hadn’t heard clearly, so he asked again, “I’m asking you—who killed this old woman?”

Madam Chen immediately stepped forward and pointed at Ji Tianxin. “Father, it was this little demon! She killed Granny Zhang! And not only Granny Zhang—she tried to kill me as well! Please, Father, see justice done!”

Now the old master understood.

He gazed at Ji Tianxin, his expression subtly changing.

He examined her up and down. He’d long heard that those with truly profound cultivation possessed unique secret arts—some could preserve their youth, and others could even return to childhood.

He shook out his sleeves, his manner grave, and stepped forward to bow respectfully. “I do not know which senior has graced my humble abode. If anyone in my household has offended you, I ask your pardon. I, Ji, offer my apologies.”

Ji Huaili, Madam Chen, and the others were struck dumb with shock.

This…

Ji Huaili couldn’t help taking a step forward. “Father, this is…”

“Insolence! How dare you speak in the presence of a senior!” The old master’s voice was cold as ice. He finished his bow.

Startled, Ji Huaili quickly drew back his hand.

Su Qing silently stifled her laughter.

But it was simply too funny—she couldn’t hold it in any longer…

A soft laugh slipped from her lips.

Ji Huaili looked again at Ji Tianxin, his expression now a little strange.

Could it be… that this child was truly a master of the Return to Origin stage?

If that were true…

His thoughts grew tangled and complicated.

At the same time, a fear crept in—one he was unwilling to admit.

Though he was now almost certain that this girl was indeed his daughter, he felt no trace of fatherly affection for her.

Especially when he met those cold, indifferent eyes of hers—he felt only his own smallness and fear!

Ji Tianxin gave a slight nod; she rather approved of the old man’s courtesy.

Her childish voice sounded softly, “I am Ji Tianxin, daughter of Ji Huaili.”

Her voice and tone always carried a striking contrast, yet somehow, when she spoke, it felt entirely natural, as if that was simply how things were meant to be.

At these words, the old master nearly stumbled out of his bow.

He almost believed the heavens were playing a joke on him.

“What did you say?” His voice trembled; his hands fell to his sides.

Ji Tianxin’s gaze drifted from the old master’s face to Madam Chen.

Ji Huaili added, “Father, she is my daughter—your granddaughter.”

No further proof was needed.

The old master finally let his hands drop, standing there as though battered and adrift in the wind.

“Is there a problem?” Sensing the old master’s strange reaction, Ji Tianxin suddenly turned to glance at him.