Could We Meet Again?

"Xiao Li... have you encountered any strange people these past few days?"

Looking at his granddaughter, the patriarch of the Empty Spirit Sect asked.

The girl was slightly taken aback when her grandfather asked the question, and his image involuntarily appeared in her mind.

Although the girl was naive, Mo Li knew who Grandpa was referring to.

Young Master Jiang is a Flower-Picking Thief, and even if I say that Young Master Jiang didn't do anything to me, my grandfather won't believe me.

Therefore, I can only deny it and must not reveal it, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble for Young Master Jiang.

"No, Grandpa, it's just Mo Li all alone these days."

"I see."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his granddaughter's words.

"Has anything strange happened? For example, has anything been lost or missing?"

"Object..."

The mere mention of it brought back memories of the bib she had lost.

Afterwards, the girl naturally didn't believe the squirrel had taken it... it must have been on him...

In an instant, if she hadn't quickly used her Spiritual Power to suppress her racing blood, a blush would have already crept onto the girl's cheeks.

"No, Grandpa, why do you ask that? Is it because of that Flower-Picking Thief you told Mo Li to be careful of last time?"

"Yes, that's indeed the reason. There are some rumors circulating down the mountain about that Flower-Picking Thief..."

"Rumors? What rumors?"

"No... it's nothing, it's alright. Lili, don't worry about these things. It's just the disgusting tricks of some petty people." The patriarch of the Empty Spirit Sect waved his hand. "Since Lili is alright, then Grandpa is relieved."

"By the way, does Lili have any particular literati or scholars she's interested in at those Literary Gathering?"

The patriarch of the Empty Spirit Sect asked, trying to find a topic to talk about, but in reality, he was still a little worried.

What if my granddaughter is really being lured away by those monks who dabble in music the Four Arts, and painting?

It's not that I look down on those cultivators who are skilled in the Four Arts; it's just that most of those cultivators lack real skills, but they are quite adept at pursuing girls, and girls just happen to like these charming men.

I know all too well how I fooled so many girls back in the day with just a white dress and a flute...

To be honest, the Sect Leader of the Empty Spirit Sect actually hoped that his Empty Spirit Sect Senior Disciple would marry Mo Li.

My Senior Disciple entered the Cave Mansion at eighteen, the Dragon Gate at nineteen, formed the Golden Core at sixty, and reached the Nascent Soul before two hundred. Although he was stuck for several hundred years, he still reached the Jade Purity Realm before four hundred.

His Senior Disciple also had deep feelings for Lili.

Unfortunately, Li Li had no feelings for her Senior Disciple.

Of course, feelings can be cultivated, but the problem is that before they can be cultivated, Lili might run off with someone else.

The girl shook her head. "Those guests were indeed good at poetry, and they were proficient in the Four Arts, and painting, but Mo Li didn't feel much of a connection to them."

The old man was delighted to hear this. "Actually, Grandpa also thinks that those literati only know how to show off their 'flamboyance,' all show and no substance. Your eldest brother is much more practical."

Hearing her grandfather's words, the girl naturally understood what he meant, but she remained silent, smiling and shaking her head.

"Alas... never mind, it can't be forced." The old man shook his head regretfully.

There's still plenty of time. Since Lili has the idea of choosing a husband, there's no need to rush.

"Alright, it's getting late, Grandpa has to go now. Lili, I'm afraid I can only come to see you next year. You must take good care of yourself."

Looking at his granddaughter, the old man's eyes were filled with reluctance.

For most people, cultivating immortality leads to becoming increasingly ruthless.

This kind of ruthlessness should not be simply seen as cold-bloodedness, but rather as a disillusionment with the world.

After all, when a person lives to be thousands or tens of thousands of years old, compared to the bloodlines of the mortal world, they are nothing more than a drop in the ocean in their journey of cultivating immortality.

But this doesn't seem to be the case for the elderly.

It seems that the longer the old man in this Immortal Realm lives, the more he values his bloodline.

It's not just because the Empty Spirit Sect needs to continue its bloodline, but also because of a sense of kinship.

If it were any other sect's patriarch who had a granddaughter who could leave at any moment, they would probably have arranged a marriage long ago, regardless of the girl's wishes.

However, this patriarch still wanted to follow his granddaughter's wishes, which was undoubtedly rare.

"Grandpa, you need to take good care of yourself too."

The girl naturally valued her grandfather as well.

"Don't worry, your grandpa is Immortal Realm." He patted his granddaughter's head. "Grandpa will prepare the medicinal herbs you want. It's just that the Flood Dragon Molt a bit troublesome, but it's a minor matter."

"Thank you for your trouble, Grandpa."

"Haha, what granddaughter in this world doesn't bother her grandpa? And what grandpa doesn't want to be bothered by his adorable granddaughter? Okay, let's go."

The old man stroked his beard and chuckled, then glanced one last time at his ill-fated granddaughter before slowly flying away from this Small World.

The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief after her grandfather left.

I wonder if Grandpa has noticed what I'm thinking.

Recalling her previous conversation with her grandfather, the girl shook her head and murmured to herself.

"It shouldn't be... Young Master Jiang's affairs shouldn't have been exposed..."

The girl turned to go back to her room, and in that instant, without realizing it, she saw the Gomoku still on the stone table.

Her thoughts seemed to be out of control, and scenes from yesterday resurfaced in the girl's mind.

The girl instinctively gripped her left wrist with her right hand, as if the sensation of that large, rough hand still lingered in her pulse.

"The most fleeting things in life are beauty; youth fades from the mirror, flowers wither from the tree..."

With her eyes lowered, the girl slowly recited the words, her dark, glassy eyes revealing a complex expression she had never shown before.

Is it possible to meet again?

The girl asked herself softly.

Soon, the girl shook her head and answered herself softly.

"How could we possibly meet again? And why should we meet again?"

Shaking off her complicated thoughts, the girl patted her face, which had finally regained some color, gently exhaled a fragrant breath, picked up the chessboard, and headed towards her room.

But just as the girl stepped onto the main building, a voice rang out in the courtyard:

Is it impossible to see each other again? Or is there no need to see each other again?

The girl was startled and began to circulate her Spiritual Power.

Even though the girl was sickly, she could still scatter the chess pieces in the blink of an eye as she turned around.

Like a string of stars.

Black and white chess pieces floated in the air, connected by Spiritual Power, and a formation was set up with a casual gesture.

"Who are you!"

Looking at the ginseng in the courtyard, Mo Li focused his mind. In his left hand, he held the portrait given to him by his grandfather. With just a thought, the portrait would be destroyed, and a Nascent Divinity would emerge!

"Please don't be nervous, Miss Mo Li."

That ginseng actually bowed like a woman, it's simply outrageous...

"I'm here to help Miss Mo Li fulfill her wish."