The Cleaner Came Back?

Seeing Wang Ye sink into deep thought, Meng Po suddenly smiled, her expression somewhat strange. "Say, how did my eldest grandson turn out like this after just a few days apart?"

"Huh?"

Wang Ye froze for a moment before realizing that Meng Po was talking about Mao Yong'an.

Speaking of Mao Yong'an, Wang Ye could not help but feel somewhat wistful as well.

That guy.

His recent changes had been far too drastic. He might even end up on Lu Dongbin's path, with nothing but slaughter in his eyes, proving the Dao through killing.

"He used to be such a good kid, happy every day, even able to cheer me up."

"Seeing him like this now is really upsetting."

"Sigh."

"But everyone has their own path to walk. Maybe he'll carve out a whole new world instead and lead the Daoist sect to greater heights."

At that, even Meng Po could not help but laugh.

In her eyes, Mao Yong'an was still that noisy little chubby boy who wore a mournful face every day.

Though he was no longer chubby, nor did he cry anymore.

But.

That old image had already taken root too deeply.

In the end, Wang Ye left with countless thoughts on his mind.

Ever since Lu Qing had revealed himself before Wang Ye, Wang Ye had no longer been so obsessed with him. After all, once the mystery was gone, there was less to fixate on.

But.

Now Lu Qing had once again climbed into his thoughts.

That bastard was simply too sinister.

It could be said that Lu Qing's schemes had their own style. They seeped in silently like rain, never striking proactively, yet always planting foreshadowing without anyone noticing.

Most importantly—

You never knew when that foreshadowing would be triggered.

Maybe immediately. Maybe a