“Master? Why didn’t he tell us he’s coming back?” Xyla Quest narrowed her eyes and stared at the old man in the back seat of the car.

Stanley Batton, who had now seen the man, immediately got out of his car.

Xyla followed along and hopped off the car excitedly.

Ron Batton slowly got out of his car too. He was wearing a traditional white tai chi outfit, looking benevolent yet refreshed.

“Grandpa, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you inform us in advance?” Stanley asked.

Ron gazed at