At that moment, a middle-aged man with a dignified aura walked in from outside. He had features similar to Duan Qingchen’s and also Duan Feiyu’s. This person was Duan Feiyu’s father, Duan Lingan.
“Father, you finally returned after so long and now you want to leave again?” Duan Lingan asked somewhat worriedly. “Is Xiaomo’s condition still not improving?”
“Yes, Xiaomo’s situation is becoming worse. I will take him and Feiyu to meet someone who might help with Xiaomo’s recovery. The Celestial Sect’s matters shall be left to you,” Duan Qingchen said heavily.
“Yes, Father, please be careful along the way,” Duan Lingan agreed respectfully. He had also been heartbroken when his youngest sister ran away, and then left this world. He had hoped her child would live well, but seeing Xiaomo’s situation become worse made him anxious. Now he was hopeful that this person could treat Xiaomo. He knew the reason his father wanted to bring Duan Feiyu along was to teach him manners and cultivate his abilities, so he didn’t object to it.
Duan Qingchen let Duan Feiyu leave to pack for the journey. He turned around and pushed the door open, seeing Duan Xiaomo sitting by the bed listlessly.
“Xiaomo, it’s time to go out with Grandfather,” Duan Qingchen looked at the quiet little boy and felt his heart clench in grief.
There was no expression on Duan Xiaomo’s face and he didn’t move at all, as if he hadn’t heard Duan Qingchen speak.
“Xiaomo, Grandfather will take you to see that elder sister, alright? That sister that you gave the Ink Jade Crystal to last time,” Duan Qingchen lowered his voice and said kindly.
At this, Duan Xiaomo finally reacted. He turned his head slightly, but did not look at Duan Qingchen. After that, he got off the bed and stood on the ground, then slowly walked outside.
Duan Qingchen gave a bitter chuckle and went to catch up to him.
Duan Feiyu prepared the items needed, vaguely recalling the main shopkeeper’s strange attitude towards Ling Chuxi. He frowned, looking frustrated. Did Ling Chuxi have some kind of special background? Her name was unheard of amongst the sects, and it was obvious that she was not from a sect. Ah, the more he thought about it, the more confused he was! Duan Feiyu quickly put the matter at the back of his mind, forgetting to mention it to Duan Qingchen.
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Meanwhile, Ling Chuxi and the rest were making their way to the former site of the Golden Pill Sect. The Sacred Realm of Sects was indeed vast. Even after a few days of travelling, Su Yizhi said that they weren’t even halfway there, and told them not to be too anxious.
Along the way, the scenery was beautiful and the group started to relax. Even when they walked, the view was enchanting. Sometimes they stopped to spar, enjoying themselves.
“Come on, come on! Come place your bets!” Jiang Wuhen sat on the grass and shouted at the group. “Place your bets on who you think will win the sparring session today!”
“My bet is on this side!” Su Xiu’er thought for a long time before finally deciding.
“Alright! Brother Yanhua, what about you?” Jiang Wuhen looked at Su Yanhua and asked brightly.
“I, I…” Su Yanhua hesitated.
The gambling was lively, but Su Yizhi did not stop them. He let them be because they weren’t betting with money, but with ridiculous wagers. For example, the male who had lost had to wash the underwear of all the males present, or the loser had to stick something on Su Yizhi’s back, and if they were discovered, they would have to bear the consequences on their own.