"Sword Grandpa, Bone Grandpa, I'm back!"
The moment she entered the inner hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong immediately returned to her lively self, shouting at the two elderly men seated in their chairs.
However, Chen Xin unexpectedly did not respond to Ning Rongrong right away this time.
His gaze fell on Su Cheng, who had arrived alongside Ning Fengzhi, and his eyes briefly went unfocused.
In truth, Chen Xin retained very few memories from the dream. Only two scenes remained exceptionally clear.
The first was the period when Su Cheng had studied swordsmanship under him as a child.
Though his talent had been mediocre, he had been extremely diligent, persistently practicing those monotonous sword swings every day without fail.
The second was nearly thirty years later, when that adopted son had died in his arms.
Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall, and Qian Renxue, Spirit Hall's Young Master, had died as well. That adopted son of his had truly nearly destroyed the entire Spirit Hall through his own strength alone.
Yet even so, he still found the face of the youth before him extraordinarily familiar.
Chen Xin had been wholly devoted to the sword and had never married or had children in his life.
The adopted son from his dream had been no different from a biological son. How could he not have left a deep impression on him?
With Chen Xin's cultivation realm, sleep and dreams had long since become things that barely existed for him.
He felt that this was some sort of omen from the unseen.
When he recalled it afterward, he had even discussed the matter with Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi.
But after several years, they had found no related information. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect did not