When he heard footsteps entering, he lightly turned his chair around and looked directly at Louis with a thin smile on his face, an expression that seemed to signify intent. The old man muttered, "You've arrived, my grandson..."
Gulp.
With a somewhat wary expression, Louis gathered his courage to ask, "What is it, Grandfather, calling me here?"
Rubbing his chin while assessing Louis with a gaze that seemed to evaluate something, Old Zhang then stood up and approached the young man just to lift a few sides of his hands and examine their flexibility.
"Hmmm.... You haven't developed your martial arts skills at all... Too weak for now."
"Hahhhhh??" Louis felt confused by his grandfather's words.
Inviting him to sit on the sofa, Old Zhang then inquired about something else, "My grandson, do you know that the banquet is approaching?"