Thinking about what happened before Zhuquan De left, Yang Lujia could not help but feel embarrassed again.
The old man had not stopped after hearing those three words.
For the rest of the day, Zhuquan De walked throughout the Dragon Brush Sect and told almost everyone he encountered that his grandson loved him.
"Did you hear that? My grandson said he loves me!"
"My Lu'er is unmatched! None of your disciples can compare with him!"
"What is that expression? Are you jealous because you do not have a grandson as good as mine?"
Even several Junior and Senior Scribes had been unable to escape him.
Yang Lujia attempted to remain inside their dwelling until Zhuquan De finally departed, but the old man repeatedly returned just to confirm that he had not misunderstood what Yang Lujia said.
"Say it again."
"No."
"Perhaps I heard incorrectly."
"You heard clearly."
"Then there is no harm in saying it again."
"There is."
