Death Of Grandpa Zhang [I]

"Yes." The old man was even more happy when he saw the person in front of him as if he knew his grandson, "I am Fei Hong's grandfather. This time those people are too fierce. My granddaughter went outside to buy things. I I had to hide, and I haven't found my poor granddaughter yet, can you..."

Suddenly, the old man stoppee when he realized something was wrong. He was stunned by the attitude of the disciple as he was talking, and the joy in his eyes quickly turned into a look of fear. The Sacred disciple in front of him turned around, exuding a cloud of mist, and smiled wickedly. Before the old man could react further, the disciple made a dash towards him. 

"You, are you?."

Before the old man could say anything, he was hit with a misty palm on his chest by the sacred disciple, and could no longer speak.