The City Lord's Daughter

Yang Lujia pretty much had a rough idea of who the old man was. He thought of Zhuquan De once more, his adoptive grandfather. However, when Cai Hong said that that old man had the same bloodline as him, even if it was just a little, he still dispelled the thought that it was his adoptive grandfather. 

That was because even he couldn't sense anything from that cheeky grandfather of his. However, when his grandfather once obliterated an entire clan with just a snap of his finger, it left a shadow in him that he would never forget as a baby. 

Although his adoptive grandfather was concealing his cultivation level, he knew that his grandfather's strength surpassed his own. That cheeky old thing was just joking with him that he was catching up to him that fast. 

Now, there was another old man. But he knew that he had never sensed anything from his grandfather. In fact, there was not even the slightest aura of the void emanating from his grandfather's body.