The old man held a book in his hand and wore a pair of round-rimmed glasses. He was wearing an ancient Tang suit and had silver hair all over his head. On his old face, there was a white beard that was as long as a finger.
She lifted her feet and walked over. Her footsteps were very light but could be heard. The old man did not even raise his head.
Jing Yunzhao had asked around about the man's identity before. Jing Rong was already in his nineties. Even if her grandmother was here, she would still have to call him uncle. She would call him great-uncle, but she was the heir of the Jing family, so she had to change the word 'uncle' to 'uncle' instead.
"Great Granduncle." Jing Yunzhao called out.
The other party raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
"Who are you?" The old voice spoke slowly.
He looked a little weak.