Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Gate 1, gate 2, gate 3... The black limo drove past the sectors, reaching the innermost sector in the estate.

If the Gia estate could have its own private Runway for a small military-styled private jet, then it said a lot about how grand the place was.

One could get lost in this wonderland if they didn\'t know their way through.

Of course, a fun fact was that back in the ancient days, the emperor awarded this particular place to the Gias for their great service to the nation.

Such estates were common in ancient periods, with many clans having vast lands and estates for their residences where their concubine, wives, and children could live in desperate courthouses.

These courthouses took the space of a standard modern home, except the yards were much larger.

Each wife had her courtyard with lotus ponds and building structures protected by a wall and a stylish pillar-type entrance with the name of their courtyard written on a board and hung on it.

So such large regions were common in ancient times.

But over the years since then, when ancient times changed to the Republic times and eventually ended into modern times, many had sold parts of their vast clan lands, not having enough funds to maintain such massive territories.

Of course some sold portions of the land to others to build buildings like hotels, etc.

And some gave the vast lands to the government to create public villas and residential regions.

But the big prominent families managed to hold on to their lands.

And now, future generations of these big clans like the Gias could even have porcate runways in their backyards with no qualms whatsoever.

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Vrrrmmm!!~~~

Into the vast Gia estate they went, finally stopping the limo around the incredibly large fountain at the center of the open space.

"Grandmaster!... Master Sheng!... Welcome."

A high-ranking guard said, bowing alongside the many other guards lined on both corners of all 15 outdoor steps leading into the main mansion.

"Thank you, master Sheng." One of the guards replies, gently holding the vehicle keys as though they were a newborn baby.

And like that, Dorian and Butler Sheng had already stepped into the mansion.

But back in the main hall, only silence prevailed.

Old Bho wanted to ask and find out more about this strange Grandmaster.

But looking at how everyone, including his grandson, acted like an otherworldly being was about to transient, Old Bho only bit his lips, looking at the door from time to time.

And soon, they heard the footsteps of a few slowly approaching.

Should be 3 or 4, he counted.

Those should be the number heading in. Well, he thought so based on their footsteps

But how did he know he would see a total of 6 people in the end?

Could it be his observational skills have grown this bad in such a short time?

Of course, the truth was that Butler Sheng and Dorian always moved like ghosts, hardly making any sounds when moving.

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"Grandmaster!... Master Sheng!"

Old Gia and the rest stood, cupping their hands respectfully before Dorian. And of course, Bho Jin also followed suit.

But Old Bho stood, secretly scrutinizing the one they called Grandmaster.

Initially, he thought the man they called Master Sheng was the Grandmaster.

But seeing everyone primarily focused on the youngster, he couldn\'t help being dumbfounded, especially now that he got a close look at the youngster

This... This...

Isn\'t this the Tian boy?

(!_!)

Old Bho had a million questions about why they gave the little brat so much honor.

Weren\'t the Tian couple in a disaster position now?

He heard a great deal about this Tian boy\'s many attempts to jump back into high society.

And he could only say they weren\'t good, painting the boy as a greedy and selfish youngster too affected by poverty to take a decision in the right path.

Additionally, why was his grandson who used to have an \'eternity\' enmity with the Toan boy now in awe at the mere sight of him?

(-_-)

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Bho Jin felt dizzy from all the ridiculousness around him.

But remembering he was here to find the truth and not to cause problems, he decided to do something he hardly did -- shut up.

However, even then, anyone could see he was struggling and having a hard time doing this much.

His face was distorted, his lips scrunched, and his eyebrows twisted.

And if not for Bho Jin who elbowed him lightly, the Old man wouldn\'t know when to escape his thoughts.

Bho Jin didn\'t say anything, but how could he not understand what his grandson was trying to say?

Erh-erhm.

Old Bho coughed lightly.

"Ah... Grandson Tian... It\'s been so long since I\'ve seen you. And now, you\'ve grown up into a fine young man."

Old madam Ghu rolled her eyes heavenwards.

Do you think you qualify to compliment the Grandmaster?

Sigh...

She and the rest stayed quiet, also wanting to give face to this troublesome friend of theirs.

Who asked them to care about him?

Of course, if he were about to speak ill or look down on the Grandmaster verbally, they would be the first to hold his tongue lest he made the Grandmaster angry.

In a way, they would be tracking him to protect him.

That said, they left him alone since he had now curbed his firecracker self.

Before Dorian stepped him, they warmed Old Bho...

Make any mistakes, and even they combined will be able to save him!

That warning was enough for the wise, though Old Bho was still inwardly skeptical.

He knew his friends would never lie to him. But still...

How can a little beat be more influential and powerful than their prominent families combined?

Do you know the history and strength each of their clans held individually, but to talk of when out together?

Such a thing was a fairytale warning, alright?

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Old Bho\'s expressions amused Dorian. "You want to come?"

Really?

Old Bho\'s eyes lit up like stars.

Good. Good... What an understanding youngster.

See? He was liking him already.

(^_^)

The mood of this old man was as changeable as the wind.

"Hahahaha~... You see... This is why I like you, grandson Tian... Sure! I\'ll come with you!" Old Bho spoke, looking at his friends provocatively. .what?

They wanted to drive him away. But now that he had joined their trip without their help, they should be staring in rage, right?

Dorian chuckled, seeing the many childish expressions on Old Bho\'s face.

The humans in this world sure were interesting.

Like he always said, he couldn\'t care less who wanted to watch whatever he did.

Just know that if he or Butler Sheng used their talismans or enemies to protect that said person, they would have to pay for his time, energy, and resources, no?

"Thank you, Grandmaster!"

Bho Jin was so excited that one could see stars in his eyes.

Hooray!... Hooray!...

He was going out on an adventure with the Grandmaster!

(^0^)

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Dorian looked at his watch, knowing they had no more time to dilly dally.

"Old Gia... It\'s time to go."

Right!

The gang calmly left the hall through the back door of the main mansion, stepping into several golf-style carts that took them past the many Gia buildings scattered about.

And soon, they reached an open field land with a private Jet that had just left a small hanger.

Dorian guessed the Private Jet was stored underground in the hangar... Probably so that if thieves or enemies come in, they wouldn\'t be able to tamper with the jet easily.

Who knows...

With the various technologies around the Gia estate, it might take a whole lot of security bypasses for one to allow the jet to reemerge.

Wow!!!

Bho Jin was stunned.

It\'s not that he hasn\'t been on a private jet before. But having one at the back of one\'s home was a different matter altogether.

He heard the rumors before but felt they should be exaggerated.

He had never gone into this sector of the Gia residence before and was too stunned by the runway and the jet itself.

In a daze, Bho Jin fastened his seatbelt with only one more question in mind:… Where the heck were they going?

Bho Jin wasn\'t the only one thinking so. Old Bho and the few Bho guards also wanted to know the answer.

But before they could get wallowed in their thoughts, the jet began to take off.

And now, there was no escaping the path they chose for themselves.

Old Ghus shook his head wryly.

"Old man… try not to have a heart attack when we get there."

Eh?

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