The cultivation of the man in bird-like clothes was much higher than other grandpas and grannies. Mo Fan wondered why he was only appearing now.
Grandpa Queyi walked over and checked Eldest Granny's injuries. After confirming that it wasn't fatal, he walked forwards.
The mountain villa was a mess. The fight had broken the lychee trees planted in front of the courtyard. Lychees were all over the ground, and the people had squashed some of them.
Grandpa Queyi did not step on these fruits. He picked up one of the plump ones and gently peeled off its skin.
"Look at this lychee. It has ugly skin. Its skin is not as smooth as an apple or as bright as a pear. But when you peel it off, it's sweeter and juicier than any other fruit." Grandpa Queyi did not show any hostility.
He put the lychee in his mouth, tasted it slowly, and chewed it while savoring the taste.