"In front. [No pop-up window.]" He nodded: "He also knows something about this."
Hearing this, Zhuo Chuhui said, "Let's go and take a look!" He said to his wife beside him, "You stay and don't have to go."
"Okay, then you two should hurry over there! Don't keep us waiting for too long. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare the meal." Mrs. Zhuo said, motioning for them to go quickly.
So, the father and son went forward. When they arrived at the front and entered the hall, Zhuo Chuhui saw that the person sitting in the hall and drinking wine leisurely was Hunyuanzi. So, he shifted his gaze to the young man next to him and was a little surprised when he looked at the young man.
The young man was dressed in blue, sitting quietly, looking thoughtful, no one knew what he was thinking about. When he saw them come in, he raised his eyes and looked at him, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and his clear eyes were also quietly looking at him.
This is his father's apprentice? Why is he so young
He was a little surprised, as he had thought that his father's apprentice should be at least his age, but unexpectedly he was a young boy. He was really surprised to see such a young boy.
"My Lord." He bowed to Hun Yuan Zi first, then said with a smile, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"Yeah! The old man didn't expect to come to your house again so soon." Hun Yuanzi looked at him with narrowed eyes and smiled. He took a sip of wine, glanced at Feng Jiu beside him, and said to Zhuo Chuhui: "But today it is she who came to see you, not the old man. You just treat the old man as transparent."
Hearing this, the smile on Zhuo Chuhui's face froze a little, and he thought to himself, this immortal king still speaks so... directly.
"Fengjiu, this is my father, Zhuo Chuhui." Zhuo Junyue introduced his father to Fengjiu.
“Master Zhuo.” Fengjiu bowed and called out.
"Mr. Feng, please take a seat." Zhuo Chuhui made a gesture of invitation and sat down as well.
"Master Zhuo, I want to see the old lady. Please accompany me, Master Zhuo." She said directly.
Hearing this, Zhuo Chuhui paused, looked at Feng Jiu and said, "Mr. Feng, my son has just told me the story, but I still have a few questions to ask you."
"Excuse me." she said.
"You said your master is called Chu Batian, and he is a well-known figure in the Lower Continent. So, do you have the same name? How can you be sure that your master is my father?"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu curled her lips and smiled: "Let's not talk about anything else. Just your appearance is 70% similar to your father. Although I was a little unsure before, after seeing your appearance, I can be sure that you are his descendants."
Hearing this, Zhuo Chuhui was slightly startled. Is he 70% similar to his father? It turns out that he is 70% similar to his father. It turns out that his father's appearance is like this...
After a pause, he looked at the young man in front of him and asked in a voice as if he was talking to himself: "What if we find his descendants? He is gone, what does it have to do with us? "
"I heard that your second son has problems with his legs and feet? I know a little about medicine and can help him." She said this instead of answering him.