"Grandfather..."
With Huo Siyu's call, the man lifted his head, revealing an exceptionally young face.
The appearance of an Easterner, his features bore a resemblance to Huo Siyu, even the build was somewhat similar, especially those pitch-black eyes, the upward tilt of their corners, almost identical.
Nearing seventy...
Shen Li felt he looked merely in his forties, to say he was a grandfather, even to say he was Huo Siyu's father, would seem a bit young.
"You're ten minutes later than usual. Can you tell me why?" Huo Zongtao asked as he put down the brush in his hand.
But he did not look at Huo Siyu, instead, he lowered his gaze to the characters he had just written.
The brush was large, and the Xuan Paper took up much space; placing them as he did ordinarily would not be easy, yet in Huo Zongshou's hand, it flowed as seamlessly as clouds, a sense of fluidity achieved in an instant, utterly perfect.
