Chen Menglin's brows were tightly furrowed as he said in a low voice, "We can't just do nothing, can we? Leaving this matter hanging like this forever isn't a solution."
Chen Xiaojun said gravely, "I trust my grandfather and Senior Xue Chuxin. They're not the kind of people who would act recklessly."
"There may be some hidden circumstances behind this."
At this point, he paused, then asked, "Did my grandfather usually have much contact with Senior Xue Chuxin?"
Chen Cong shook his head. "I'm not too sure, but he rarely left the village."
"After the last catastrophe, the family declined. As the leader of our generation, he spent most of his time cultivating. Unless it was necessary, he basically didn't go out."
Chen Xiaojun nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly changed the subject and raised a crucial question. "Then Xue Shiqiong is thirty-eight years old. Add ten months of pregnancy to that, so what happened thirty-nine years ago?"
Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed through Chen Cong's eyes. He then murmured, "Thirty-nine years ago? Your grandfather is eighty-nine this year. Thirty-nine years ago, he was fifty... fifty?"
His heart jolted at once. He exchanged a glance with Chen Menglin, and an indescribable look flashed through both their eyes.
Chen Menglin seemed to have thought of something. His expression shifted unpredictably, and his brows furrowed even tighter.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun pressed, "Second Granduncle, did you think of something? What happened the year grandfather was fifty?"
Chen Cong pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The year he was fifty, he successfully broke through and became a Soul Douluo. But afterward, he was severely injured for a period of time."
Chen Xiaojun said in surprise, "Severely injured? How could grandfather have been severely injured? With his strength, very few people should have