Zhao Yuan was also sizing up the old woman.
Based on her appearance alone, no one would have doubted she was only in her thirties or forties.
Her face, her skin... no matter how he looked at her, they didn't seem to belong to an elderly person. They weren't much different from a young girl's! If Ying Ji hadn't respectfully bowed and called her "Ancestor" the moment she walked in, Zhao Yuan would have never believed this was the Ying Family's 120-year-old Ancestor!
Zhao Yuan politely greeted the old woman. "Greetings, Ancestor."
The Ying Family Ancestor's face broke into a smile. She looked as kind and approachable as a next-door grandmother.
