Fu Yan walked in and first called out, "Grandfather," then she greeted everyone from her uncle to the youngest.,Fu Yan moved her gaze away without a sound. Fu Jing clenched his fist secretly, his eyes falling on Huo Mingzheng who had come in with her.,In the main seat, Old Master Huo sat in a grand armchair, beads of prayer rotating between his fingers as he gestured towards Huo Mingzheng.。