Hearing that explanation, Dugu Zixuan finally nodded in satisfaction.
She had been afraid her precious son was playing tricks, claiming on the surface that he was willing to accept her as his mom while being unwilling even to accept her help.
Now, it seemed she had overthought it.
Let's go!
And just like that, Lin Heng was dragged away again by his scatterbrained mom to watch the show.
Mu Liuxi and Meng Yutong both looked utterly dumbfounded.
"Master, I used to think Senior Zixuan was especially aloof, sharp-tongued, and cold-hearted. Now she seems pretty much the same as Junior Brother."
"(ˉ?ˉ;) Aiya! You don't understand. She only looks gentle around family and friends. In formal settings, with outsiders present, the cold nobility in her bones simply can't be suppressed." Meng Yutong knew Dugu Zixuan fairly well.
But in this state, she was completely treating Lin Heng like a child to be coaxed. Though Lin Heng was only in his twenties and still young, his mind was mature!!
"By the way, what exactly is that rebel disciple up to? Doesn't he have an Imperial Token on him?"
"Mm... Junior Brother probably wanted to completely rid the Zhao Family of its hidden troubles. Only by drawing out everyone involved could he catch them all in one net."
"Fine, then. I also wanted to see what sort of flower he could make bloom."
Once the master and disciples finished talking, they immediately hurried after them.
Yet not long after they left, several gazes withdrew from afar.
"That boy truly didn't die. Everyone misjudged the Phenomenon Heavenly Tribulation in the Eastern Continent. The White Mystic Brush is still in his hands."
"But his identity is anything but ordinary, and now he has mixed in with people of the Martial Path. Trying to seize the