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"Ten, eighteen thousand years?" Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but twitch his mouth at Shen Yan's nonchalant words. No wonder those legendary beings are hard to find; a simple afternoon nap for them already feels like a lifetime of worldly experience.
Seeing Ling Mo Xie's surprised expression, Shen Yan merely glanced at him disdainfully and said, "Alright, it's done! We should head back now, right?"
After saying that, she started walking towards the direction of the refuge camp, continuously muttering to Ling Mo Xie, "My Yuanxiang is almost used up. Do you have any left over there...?"
Ling Mo Xie looked at the still collapsed Xuan Ling on the ground, shook his head, and followed Shen Yan towards the refuge camp. He had initially thought it would be a tricky situation, but he didn't expect Shen Yan to resolve it with just a light shout.
"Wait! Wait for me!" Xuan Ling saw that Ling Mo Xie and the others were leaving and quickly regained his ability to move. He hurriedly chased after them, shouting loudly.
Before long, he caught up with Shen Yan and said to her, "Um, Holy Son, are you going back to the Fox Clan with me?"
Shen Yan turned her head to glance at him: "Not going!"
"Why not? Look at this... It would be great to go back; there are countless Xuanhu for you to command, ensuring your safe growth..." Upon hearing Shen Yan's words, Xuan Ling was momentarily stunned and then tried his best to persuade her.
Hearing Xuan Ling's words, even Ling Mo Xie looked at Shen Yan in confusion. Why wouldn't she want to go to the Fox Clan? According to Xuan Ling, if Shen Yan went there, she could seemingly become the leader of the Fox Clan. Such an opportunity was something Shen Yan dismissed?
"Hmph!" Shen Yan snorted disdainfully through her nose and said, "What is a mere Xuanhu Clan? Back in the day, countless beast clans were under my father's jurisdiction. I don't care to bask in this little glory. You can go back by yourself; don't tell anyone about my whereabouts!"
"How domineering! Truly domineering!" Ling Mo Xie praised Shen Yan. This girl has quite the impressive background. Speaking of which, one should be cautious when accepting favors; since Shen Yan has used so much of her Yuanxiang on herself, shouldn't she...
Ling Mo Xie thought happily while Shen Yan looked at him with a wry smile as he walked along in a daze.
When Xuanling heard Chen Yan's words, he initially wanted to hesitate but found himself uncontrollably running towards the Xuanhu Clan.
Ling Mo Xie looked at Xuanling, who was running and shouting, with surprise. He cast a strange glance at Chen Yan, who smiled and said, "How is it? The power of this contract is quite impressive, right? Haha!"
Ling Mo Xie nodded; it was indeed a match for his own System!
Soon, the three of them returned to the refuge camp. Ling Mo Xie immediately found Ling Siwen and said to him, "Old man, I need a favor!"
"What kind of favor?" Ling Siwen asked, not only without annoyance but with a hint of joy in his eyes. He felt guilty towards this grandson and always wanted to make it up to him. However, since Ling Mo Xie returned to the Tianfeng Ling family, he hadn't let him intervene in anything. Now that Ling Mo Xie came to ask for help, it made him happy; finally, he felt like a grandfather!
Ling Mo Xie looked at Ling Siwen's expression speechlessly and said, "It's not a big deal; it's just about the Eastern City Association. Their leader has already been dealt with by me. You just need to send some people to clean up the remaining lackeys and rescue Zeng Zhou's wife."
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, Ling Siwen's enthusiasm cooled down; it turned out to be such a small matter. Perhaps Ling Mo Xie was just afraid of trouble and asked him for help?
But Ling Siwen still nodded and said, "Alright! I will send people!"
"Good! Thanks!" Ling Mo Xie nodded and continued speaking to Ling Siwen, "You've already been preparing to move back into the city recently, right? I see that those affected by resentment have been mostly rescued. Once those people are saved, I will head to the capital; the princess has been urging me."
Upon hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, Ling Siwen paused for a moment, pondered gloomily for a while, and said, "Do you really have to go? I don't quite believe that just with that sword you can find clues about your father."
"Moreover, you have no idea how complicated things were back then; it could very well be a trap!"
However, upon hearing Ling Siwen's words, Ling Mo Xie did not believe him. He sneered and said, "How complicated can it be? All I know is that my dad went missing—maybe he's dead—while the Ling family is still doing fine. If someone was targeting my dad, shouldn't they have eliminated him completely?"
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's words, Ling Siwen stared at him for a moment, then sighed and said, "As for what happened back then, perhaps now is not the right time to tell you. Do you really think the Ling Family hasn't been affected? It's just that they... sigh, never mind, you can go."
After saying this, Ling Siwen looked around, closed the windows and doors, and then walked over to Ling Mo Xie while saying, "But there is one thing you must remember: you must prioritize your own life. Your life is far more precious than that of the princess! Do you understand?"
Upon hearing Ling Siwen's words, Ling Mo Xie frowned slightly and sneered inwardly. How could his life be more precious than that of a princess? He was just an orphan without parents! Of course, if he counted his parents on Earth, he wouldn't be an orphan anymore, but he was still just the son of common folks—nothing particularly precious about that.
However, seeing Ling Siwen staring at him intently, waiting for his agreement, Ling Mo Xie couldn't help but smile helplessly and said, "Alright, I remember. Anyway, if I encounter danger, I'll just run for my life, right?"
Hearing Ling Mo Xie's response, Ling Siwen nodded and said, "Exactly! Don't try to be brave; don't be ashamed to run away. If your life is gone, what good is face?"
Ling Mo Xie twitched the corner of his mouth at Ling Siwen's words; she really made it sound like it was that simple.
At this moment, Ling Siwen had already turned to her desk, opened a drawer, took out a box, and handed it to Ling Mo Xie. "This is a treasure your father left for you. Originally, he thought that if your talent was so poor, you could just live an ordinary life. But now that you're going to the capital again, you can have this."
Ling Siwen caressed the wooden box in her hands with warmth in her eyes. This was the only thing left by her missing son. She still remembered that day when Ling Liyun solemnly handed this box to her and said it was meant for his son.
Before Ling Siwen could react or ask why he didn't give it himself, Ling Liyun hurried off to the Dead Soldier Training Camp, saying as usual that there was no time to waste and that today's training should begin!
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