Two women approached them.
The one who had spoken was elderly, tall, and willowy. Her back stooped just slightly, but her posture remained regal. Snow-white hair was arranged into an elegant chignon. Fine lines traced her face, but they only sharpened her cold, striking beauty.
Beside her stood a woman who looked far younger than her actual age. She was petite, almost delicate, with a gentle, bashful smile. There was something soft and innocent about her, an air that made her seem approachable rather than imposing.
"Ahaha! Yes, yes, we're here!" Grandpa Lu's booming voice filled the hall. "Sister Zhiruo, you look as beautiful as ever. And you, Yuyan. Good to see you! Honestly, you never age. You still look like a child!"
"And you," the elderly woman replied coolly, "are still as loud as ever, Brother Jianhong."
"Uncle, you're so mean," Huang Yuyan protested, cheeks flushing.
"Mean?" Grandpa Lu demanded. "I was praising you! What part of that was mean? Tell me!"
