Ruan Qiao looked at the old man in surprise.
The young girl next to the old man and the man behind Ruan Qiao were also stunned.
"Grandpa, do you know her?"
The person behind Ruan Qiao asked.
The old man stared at Ruan Qiao's face, tears constantly flowing down his old face.
"She is the little saint, the Saint of Tianlou to whom our Lan family has been loyal for generations." The old man said in a hoarse voice.
The young girl looked at Ruan Qiao with surprise in her eyes.
Ruan Qiao felt that the sharp blade against her lower back had moved away a little, but the person behind her remained vigilant and did not leave.
Ruan Qiao looked at the old man and said gently, "Old man, did you recognize the wrong person?"
Ruan Qiao was not sure about the identities of these people in front of her.
The secret that she is the Holy Maiden of Tianlou has not been known to anyone until now.
She wasn't sure how these people recognized her.
The old man shook his head: "No, I will never make a mistake. Little girl, has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like your father?"
Ruan Qiao looked at him and said, "There are many people in the world who look alike."
The old man shook his head and said, “Not only do you look like your father, but the aura you exude is also very much like your father’s.
When I first met your father, he gave me the same feeling as you do now."
The old man fell into a state of reminiscence. He slowly said, "It's very clean, and a little mysterious. It's clearly right in front of me, yet it seems so far away, out of reach."
Ruan Qiao: …………
Does she have that kind of temperament?
How come she doesn't know it herself?
Seeing Ruan Qiao's disbelief, the old man slowly smiled.
"Zhiyang, let the little saint go." The old man said to the person behind Ruan Qiao.
"Grandpa..." It was obvious that the man was a little hesitant.
"Don't be disrespectful to the little saint." The old man's face became serious.
Ruan Qiao clearly felt that the people behind him had retreated, so he walked to the old man's side.
Only then did Ruan Qiao see clearly that this was a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
The other person's face was extremely pale, and his slender figure was very thin. He looked like he had not seen the sun for many years.
Ruan Qiao stood there, looking at them quietly.
The old man smiled with satisfaction, "The little saint girl is very good.
When Yuan Qing and the others sent the little saint away from Guzhou, they were thinking of dying together with the enemy.
I never thought that the little saint girl would be so blessed that she would actually have the chance to grow up."
A strange look flashed in Ruan Qiao's eyes.
"Old man, who are you?" She was a little curious.
The old man said, “I am Lan Chaohai, the seventh elder of the Lan family.
My eldest brother, Lan Ruhai, is the head of the Lan family, and his son, Lan Yuanqing, is one of your mother's attendants."
Ruan Qiao was slightly stunned.
She looked at the old man in surprise.
The old man said, "Back then, I was only the seventh elder of the Lan family. But because I was the most inconspicuous person on a daily basis, I was able to save my life.
They are my grandchildren, Lan Zhiyang and Lan Zhixin. They were still young back then, and because of the Lan family's special bloodline, they were imprisoned and studied by the enemy, suffering endless torture. Now, I have finally escaped from that hell with them."
Ruan Qiao frowned slightly.
The old man in front of her did know her identity and what happened back then.
He even knew that she was sent out of Guzhou that year.
However, after so many years, who can guarantee that Shi Ge has not changed his original intention?
Ruan Qiao had just thought of this when suddenly, she felt a faint blood power.
But within a few breaths, the sensation gradually became clearer.
She clearly felt the suppression she was exerting on the three people in front of her.
That is the suppression in the blood.
Almost instantly, Ruan Qiao understood that the three people in front of her could not betray her.
The blood of the Lan family is suppressed by the blood of the main line of the Li family. This suppression has been engraved in the genes of the Lan family bloodline from generation to generation.
No matter how many years pass, as long as there is one person left alive in the Lan family, he or she will be loyal to the main branch of the Li family.
Ruan Qiao's pupils trembled slightly.
What a strict blood contract this must be that it cannot be escaped from generation to generation.
Ruan Qiao couldn't help but sigh. She looked at the three people from the Lan family in front of her, and her mood was extremely complicated.
But looking at the old man, he didn't show any resentment or unwillingness at all.
"Senior, please wait a moment." Ruan Qiao said softly.
After saying that, Ruan Qiao turned and walked out.
The young man's face changed and he immediately stepped forward to stop him.
The old man stretched out his hand to stop him and shook his head slightly at him.
Not long after, Ruan Qiao returned, followed by Ling Bing.
Ling Bing came in and looked at the three old men.
The three elders also looked at Ling Bing.
Ling Bing glanced at them, raised his hand, and a weapon in the shape of an ice spike appeared in his hand.
"Ling family!"
The old man suddenly showed an expression of ecstasy and looked at Ling Bing excitedly.
Ling Bing also bowed, "Junior Ling Bing, I never thought I would have the honor of meeting the Lan family."
"Okay, okay, I never thought that I would be able to see my old friend again in my lifetime."
Perhaps because he was happy, there was a slight light in his eyes.
However, the next moment, his face turned pale and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his lips.
"Grandpa!" Lan Zhiyang and Lan Zhixin's faces changed drastically.
Tears welled up in Lan Zhixin's eyes and her voice choked.
The old man waved his hands and said, "Don't cry, Zhixin. Heaven will not destroy our Lan family. Now that you and your brother have escaped and met the Little Saint and the boy from the Ling family, you should follow the Little Saint from now on."
"Grandpa, you can't die..." Lan Zhixin couldn't help but shed tears.
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