Tyrus was thrilled.
Three years ago, he had rushed to Floret Palace after learning that James had died in the battle.
However, Floret Palace was already reduced to rubble when he arrived.
He sent people to excavate the ruins but only found James’ weapon after his death—the Primordial Dragon Blade and Crucifier.
His body was nowhere to be found.
Therefore, he concluded that James was dead.
In fact, the whole world's martial artists believed James to be dead, not just him.
He never expected James to show up in front of him alive after three years.
James asked, “Uncle, how’s Winnie? I came to see her.”
Tyrus said, “Winnie is already in kindergarten now. She’s in Lothian Royal Kindergarten, and there are still two more hours until school ends.”
Hearing this, James sighed in relief.
“By the way, I heard that grandfather was injured six months ago and hasn’t recovered. How is he right now?”
“Huff,” Tryrus sighed softly.
“Father’s situation isn’t looking good. If we don’t find a cure, I’m afraid he won’t make it much longer.”
Hearing this, James felt his chest tighten. He said anxiously, “I’ll go and take a look.”
“Follow me.”
Tyrus led James into the palace’s backyard to see Langston.
“Grandfather.”
Langston was leaning on the bed, thinking about something raptly. When he heard the voice calling out for him, he turned around. The moment he saw James, he was dumbfounded.
He froze for a few seconds and said, “James? James! Kid, you’re still alive?”
Langston was shocked and in disbelief.
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