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Zhu Yanfeng blew out a long smoke ring, looked at Ye Sirong, and his tone turned solemn. "Now that the Bone Excavation Group is gone and you're free, it's time you went back to the village. Your parents... they've been waiting all these years."
Ye Sirong fell silent and did not answer right away.
For a moment, the hall was so quiet one could hear a pin drop. There was only the faint sound of her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of her teacup.
After a long while, she slowly reined in her surging emotions. "Uncle Yan Feng, I understand what you mean. It's just... there's no rush for now. Let me... meet Old Dou first, then we can talk."
This was a decision she had to make as a wife and mother.
Zhu Yanfeng looked deeply at her and nodded. "That's true. In the end, you're a married woman now, and your child is already this grown. You should put your family first."
After all, while blood and kinship were certainly important, the family before her, built through hardship and now facing drastic change, was also a bond Ye Sirong could not let go of.
However, Old Zhu's eyes suddenly rolled, and his face once again piled up with a teasing smile from an elder watching a junior. He deftly changed the subject, his bright gaze landing on Dou Congtong, who sat off to the side with puffed cheeks.
"Sirong, from what this old man can see, your child's martial soul is a mutation, isn't it? What awakened was your Spirit Leap Long-eared Rabbit martial soul, but that rod she's holding... it looks rather like your maternal family's inheritance, the Yao Family's Medicine Grinding Pestle?"
The corners of Ye Sirong's lips lifted