I stopped in my tracks, my expression dazed as I processed Gu Heebi's words.
âGrandfather?â
It was such an unexpected figure to be brought up that my thoughts ground to a halt.
Grandfather.
If the meaning was as I thought, it referred to the former head of the Gu family, my fatherâs father.
âBut who is that?â
I didnât know.
To be precise, I had never even heard of him.
Not in this life, and not in my previous one.
I only knew that heâd died before I was born.
The Gu family, unlike other clans, didnât practice ancestral worship or ceremonies for the deceased. So Iâd naturally assumed he was long dead and never gave it a second thought.
But now, out of nowhereâ
âDoes this mean heâs alive?â
Iâd heard rumors before.
Even the Shadow King had mentioned him once, though I hadnât dwelled on it.
âGrandfather entrusted Cheonma to Gu Heebi?â
It was absurdâbeyond absurd.
âWhat do you mean, Grandfather?â I asked, my voice laced with doubt.
Before I could react further, Gu Heebi flicked my forehead.
I could have avoided it, but I didnât bother.
Smack!
Rubbing my throbbing forehead, I glared at her.
âBrother, whatâs with calling Grandfather just âGrandfatherâ?â
âThen what else am I supposed to call him?â
âHave some respect.â
âI never thought Iâd hear the word ârespectâ from you, of all people.â
It was laughable that the person infamous across Zhongyuan for her foul temper would lecture me about respect.
âIâve never even seen the manâs face or heard his name. Why should I care? Is what youâre saying true?â
Whether or not Grandfather was alive didnât matter to me.
Iâd never met him, so his existence was irrelevant.
Butâ
âAre you seriously saying Grandfather entrusted that to you? Is it true?â
If he had truly entrusted Cheonma to her, the story changed entirely.