"Kid, who are you?" The old rascal looked at Ye Wudao with a face full of confusion.
"Grandpa, you don't recognize me anymore?" Ye Wudao's face was filled with shock.
The old rascal quickly backed away, his face full of disgust; "Brat, don't think you can use the excuse of me being a Unity Realm Stage cultivator to worm your way into a familial relationship! I don't accept it!"
"Hey, is that how you talk to my brother?" Long Mie grabbed the old rascal by his collar, looking fierce.
"Long Mie, don't be rude!" Ye Wudao hastily tried to stop him.
"Hmph!" Long Mie reluctantly let go.
"Kid, you've got no money; buy me some stuffed buns to eat, will ya?" The old rascal, despite being treated this way, didn't show any anger. Instead, he shamelessly licked his face and asked for food.
"You really don't remember anything?" Ye Wudao kept asking.
