Qin Ming was dazed, staring at that incomparably familiar face. His emotions surged, as if yellow sand had blurred his vision, a piercing ache stinging the corners of his eyes. He had not been able to find this person, yet here he appeared today.
"Grandfather—" Qin Ming cried out.
For so many years, he had long since abandoned all hope. Back then, he had not been the only one searching. Meng Xinghai, Li Qingyun, and others had also helped, mobilizing the power of their families behind them to investigate many places.
So many people, for so long, yet to no avail. During that time, scattered clues suggested that the old man had followed a mysterious Traveling Merchant far away. Barring any unforeseen events, he was likely no longer in this world.
Back then, the old man’s health was already very poor. He had once muttered to himself that he would not live another ten years. A grandfather who had been missing for over ten years suddenly appeared.
How could Qin Ming not lose his composure? His heart palpitated, his emotions surging violently. For a moment, tears nearly fell.
That was his only family. After all, he had never seen his own parents. Presumably, something had long befallen those two.