The girl in front of Xiao Qiang was beautiful, the kind whose presence would attract attention anywhere. With her tall stature, long hair, and limited edition Louis Vuitton clothes paired with a limited edition Vacheron Constantin watch, Xiao Qiang didn't need to guess to know that her family was undoubtedly wealthy.
"Yu'er, stop crying, Grandpa is fine." The old man comforted, stroking his granddaughter's hair with a gentle expression.
It was clear that he cherished his young family member dearly.
As he spoke, the old man looked at Xiao Qiang, a spark of wisdom flashing across his cloudy eyes. "Young man, you must be a Martial Artist, aren't you?"
Xiao Qiang nodded, not concealing the truth. When he had taken the old man's pulse earlier, he had noticed that this man possessed martial arts cultivation, which for certain reasons had now waned.