"Old Master Wei is here." Just as Qin Tuyi was about to speak, a commotion arose at the manor gate, and whispers of this spread through the crowd.
Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look. At the manor entrance, a woman was supporting an old man, who was slowly making his way into the manor.
As their gazes fell upon the woman, everyone was stunned.
Shedding her usual sporty style, Wei Xiaowen was dressed elegantly and gracefully today.
A light blue, form-fitting short dress perfectly showcased her enchanting figure, with delicate curves and a slender waist that seemed barely able to be held by a hand, drawing eyes that lingered endlessly.
The light blue hem fell to her knees, revealing her fair calves. Even in white flat shoes, she exuded an aura of standing out from the crowd.
Her long, lustrous black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her fair, jade-like back subtly visible, carrying a hint of gentle tenderness and exuding endless allure.
It was hard to believe that the Wei Xiaowen, known in Beijing's high society as the "Iron Lady" and feared by countless young masters, possessed such a captivating side.
However, despite Wei Xiaowen's stunning appearance at this moment, most people's attention was fixed on another person.
Beside Wei Xiaowen stood an elder in a dark blue Zhongshan suit. His silver-white hair and face, etched with numerous wrinkles, indicated he was well past his seventies.
He wasn't tall and his frame was slightly stooped, yet no one present dared to underestimate this old man.
He was Wei Xiaowen's grandfather, Wei Xian.
Wei Xian, leaning on a simple redwood cane with his right hand, walked shakily, needing support. His steps were slow, and the short distance from the manor gate to the villa door seemed to take a very long time.
As he passed, people parted like a tide, clearing a wide path for him.
"Brother Qin, I've come uninvited. I hope you don't mind?" Wei Xian, leaning on his cane and supported by Wei Xiaowen, approached Qin Tuyi with a smile, his voice hearty.
"Your presence, Brother Wei, is a great surprise. I wonder if you've come to celebrate my birthday or for another reason?" Qin Tuyi replied with a slightly reserved smile, a hidden flicker of an unusual emotion in his calm eyes.
Although they were considered peers by seniority, Wei Xian was more than ten years older than him. Moreover, Qin Tuyi appeared remarkably young, and the two standing together would not seem out of place even if they were father and son.
In his past birthday banquets, Wei Xian had never attended. That he was here today, Qin Tuyi refused to believe Wei Xian had come solely to celebrate his birthday.
"Heh, you can't fool me, Brother Qin. Besides celebrating your grand birthday, I've also come to meet someone," Wei Xian said with a laugh, unbothered by Qin Tuyi's accurate assessment of his intentions.
"Master Zhang..."
Hearing this, everyone naturally thought of Zhang Fan, as there was likely no one else present qualified for Old Master Wei to personally visit.
Wei Xian's gaze swept around, finally settling on a young man leaning casually on a chair in a corner.
"Wei Xian pays his respects to Master Zhang." Supported by Wei Xiaowen, Wei Xian quickly approached Zhang Fan and bowed respectfully.
Witnessing this, everyone was somewhat stunned, finding it hard to believe.
After all, Wei Xian was the head of the Wei family, a veteran who had participated in World War II, and could be considered one of the founding heroes. Even the highest leaders would respectfully address him as Old Master Wei. Qin Tuyi, compared to him, was merely a junior.
With Wei Xian's stature, there was likely no one in Beijing who could command such a gesture from him.
Even Wei Xiaowen, who was supporting Wei Xian, looked somewhat dazed. She gently tugged at Wei Xian's sleeve.
"Grandfather..." Wei Xiaowen called out with slight dissatisfaction, feeling that her grandfather was being too polite to Zhang Fan, which seemed beneath his status.
"Heh, please forgive me, Master Zhang," Wei Xian said good-naturedly, unconcerned.
Facing Wei Xian's greeting, Zhang Fan remained unmoved, still leaning casually. He glanced at Wei Xiaowen and said with a smile, "Looks like the tigress can be decent when dressed up."
Wei Xiaowen glared at Zhang Fan upon hearing this.
Although Zhang Fan was a senior martial artist, his flippant remark made her quite unhappy.
After teasing Wei Xiaowen, Zhang Fan turned his attention to Wei Xian and said, "Old man Wei, you're this old and you've come all this way. You didn't just come to see me, did you?"
"My main purpose in coming is for my unworthy son. He offended Master Zhang, and I, an old man, am here to apologize to you on his behalf." Wei Xian said slowly.
"If that's the case, then there's no need to say more. As long as he doesn't act foolishly and trouble me again, I won't hold it against him," Zhang Fan said, waving his hand.
Seeing that Zhang Fan not only did not stand up to face Old Master Wei, but didn't even move, everyone felt he was being too presumptuous. Even if you were the supreme martial artist, such an attitude towards a founding hero like Old Master Wei was inappropriate.
However, Wei Xian did not mind at all. Among those present, he was likely the only one who understood the immense power this young man possessed.
Even Wei Xiaowen, a half-step Saint Domain expert, did not understand the Divine Realm as well as he did.
He was born in an era when Divine Realm experts were beginning to fade into obscurity, so he had the fortune to witness it and understood clearly the weight Divine Realm experts carried in this world.
Although with technological advancements, there were more and more modern weapons that could threaten Divine Realm experts, he knew that any Divine Realm expert was not to be underestimated.
What's more, someone like Zhang Fan, who stood at the pinnacle of Divine Realm experts, a supreme being.
Even though he was just a youth, his terrifying strength alone was enough to warrant Wei Xian's respectful treatment.
Observing Wei Xian's attitude, some quick-witted individuals couldn't help but think that perhaps they had underestimated the influence Zhang Fan wielded.
Before this, many had felt that with the title of the foremost figure in China's martial arts world, Zhang Fan might be comparable to the four great families, or at least not far behind.
But looking at Wei Xian's demeanor now, it led one to believe that perhaps his influence extended far beyond that.
Qin Tuyi's eyes also flickered with a hidden emotion. From his understanding of Wei Xian, although the man usually appeared amiable, he knew the elder's inner pride.
Yet, in the face of Zhang Fan, he genuinely felt that Wei Xian's politeness was tinged with an inexplicable sense of awe.
"Could it be that I chose wrongly?" This thought flashed through Qin Tuyi's mind and was immediately dismissed. Since he had made his decision, Qin Tuyi saw no reason to regret it.