The night deepened, and Min He, like a ghost, sat upon the chair. Anything with vitality and yang energy would pass right through him, but lifeless items such as wooden chairs, he could still touch.
Thud, thud.
Suddenly, the door sounded.
"Grandfather, it's me."
It was Min Ming's voice.
A granddaughter—the old man remained seated and said:
"Come in."
Min Ming entered immediately, offering a slight bow.
"Coming to see me so late—something must be on your mind?"
The elderly man spoke cheerfully. It had been a long time since seeing any of his grandchildren, and though he preferred his second daughter's children over the eldest's, he still wished to gaze upon them more frequently.
Min Ming gave a clever smile and replied softly:
"It's not without purpose that I come to disturb you at this hour. Of course, there's a matter—though I wonder if you'll be willing to hear it."
Her tone was delicately warm and pleasing.
Min He naturally did not refuse, his curiosity piqued:
