"Old Master Wei has arrived." Just as Qin Tuyi was about to speak, a commotion arose at the entrance of the manor, and hushed whispers of "Old Master Wei has arrived" could be heard from the crowd.
At the words, everyone turned to look. At the manor gate, a woman was supporting an elder, and they were slowly making their way into the manor.
As their gazes fell upon the woman, everyone was stunned.
Shedding her usual sporty attire, Wei Xiaowen was dressed in a remarkably dignified and elegant manner today.
She wore a light blue, fitted short dress that perfectly showcased her graceful figure. Her delicate curves and a willow-like waist, which seemed too slender to be held, captivated the onlookers' attention.
The light blue hem of her skirt fell to her knees, revealing her fair calves. Even in a pair of white flat shoes, she exuded an air of standing out from the crowd.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, her fair, jade-like back peeking through, hinting at a gentle tenderness and exuding an infinite allure.
It was hard to believe that Wei Xiaowen, known as the "Iron Lady" in Yan Jing's high society, who had instilled fear in countless young masters, possessed such a captivating side.
However, despite Wei Xiaowen's stunning appearance at this moment, most of the attendees' gazes were fixed on someone else.
Beside Wei Xiaowen was an elder dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit. His hair was silver-white, and his face was etched with numerous wrinkles, indicating he was well over seventy years old.
He was not tall and his frame was slightly hunched, yet not a single person present dared to underestimate the old man.
He was Wei Xiaowen's grandfather, Wei Xian.
Wei Xian leaned on a simple rosewood cane with his right hand. He walked unsteadily, needing support, and his steps were slow. The short distance from the manor entrance to the villa entrance seemed to take a long time.
As he passed, people parted like a tide, clearing a wide path for him.
"Brother Qin, I hope you don't mind my uninvited arrival," Wei Xian said, leaning on his cane and with Wei Xiaowen's support, he shakily approached Qin Tuyi, chuckling.
"Brother Wei's presence is a great surprise. I wonder if you've come to celebrate my birthday or if there's another matter?" Qin Tuyi replied with a slightly reserved smile, a subtle glint flashing in his calm eyes.
Although they were considered contemporaries in terms of seniority, Wei Xian was more than ten years older than him, and Qin Tuyi appeared much younger. Standing together, they could easily be mistaken for father and son.
Wei Xian had never attended his birthday banquets before, so Qin Tuyi couldn't possibly believe that Wei Xian had come solely to celebrate his birthday.
"Heh heh, you can't fool me, Brother Qin. In addition to congratulating you on your birthday, I've also come to see someone," Wei Xian said with a smile, unconcerned that his intention had been revealed by Qin Tuyi.
"Master Zhang Sh..."
Upon hearing this, everyone naturally thought of Zhang Fan. Besides him, there was likely no one else present worthy of a personal visit from Old Master Wei.
Wei Xian's gaze swept around and finally settled on a young man leisurely leaning against a chair in the corner.
"Wei Xian pays his respects to Master Zhang," Wei Xian said, leaning on Wei Xiaowen's support, he quickly approached Zhang Fan and bowed respectfully.
Witnessing this, everyone was taken aback, finding it hard to believe.
After all, Wei Xian was the patriarch of the Wei family, a veteran who had participated in the Second World War, and could be considered a founding father. Even high-ranking officials would respectfully address him as Old Master Wei. Compared to him, Qin Tuyi was merely a junior.
Given Wei Xian's status, there was likely no one in Yan Jing who could command such a bow from him.
Even Wei Xiaowen, who was supporting him, looked surprised. She gently tugged on Wei Xian's sleeve.
"Grandpa..." Wei Xiaowen called out with a hint of displeasure, feeling that her grandfather was being too courteous to Zhang Fan, which, given his status, seemed beneath him.
"Heh heh, please forgive me, Master Zhang," Wei Xian said cheerfully, unperturbed.
Zhang Fan remained unmoved by Wei Xian's bow. He continued to lean back leisurely, glanced at Wei Xiaowen, and smiled, "It seems the tigress can be quite presentable when she dresses up."
Wei Xiaowen glared at Zhang Fan upon hearing this.
Although Zhang Fan was a senior in the martial arts world, his flippant remark made her quite displeased.
After teasing Wei Xiaowen, Zhang Fan turned his gaze to Wei Xian and said, "Old man Wei, you're so old, why did you come all this way? Is it just to see me?"
"My main purpose for this visit is concerning my good-for-nothing grandson. He offended Master Zhang, and I am here on his behalf to apologize," Wei Xian said slowly.
"If that's all, 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 rise to greet Old Master Wei, but didn't even move, everyone felt he was too arrogant. Even if he was the supreme master of martial arts, such an attitude towards a founding father like Old Master Wei was inappropriate.
However, Wei Xian was completely unbothered. He was likely the only one present who understood the vast 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 retreat from the world, so he had the fortune to witness it and understood the weight Divine Realm experts held in this world.
Although modern weapons capable of threatening Divine Realm experts were increasing with technological development, he knew that any Divine Realm expert was not to be underestimated.
Furthermore, Zhang Fan was a supreme figure standing at the pinnacle of the Divine Realm.
Even though he was just a young man, his terrifying strength alone was enough to warrant Wei Xian's respectful demeanor.
Observing Wei Xian's attitude, some quick-witted individuals began to think that perhaps they had underestimated the influence Zhang Fan wielded.
Previously, many believed that with the title of the foremost figure in China's martial arts world, Zhang Fan could rival the four great families, or at least come close.
But now, looking at Wei Xian's attitude, it was hard not to feel that perhaps his influence extended far beyond that.
Qin Tuyi's eyes also flashed with a subtle glint. Based on his understanding of Wei Xian, although the man always appeared amiable, he knew the elder's inner pride.
Yet, facing Zhang Fan, he genuinely felt that Wei Xian's courtesy was tinged with a hint of inexplicable reverence.
"Could it be that I made the wrong choice?" This thought flickered through Qin Tuyi's mind before he dismissed it. Since he had made his decision, Qin Tuyi would not regret it.