Looking at Han Zhang's reaction, Ning Wangshu couldn't help smiling. "You needn't worry about anything," he said. "Since you are a descendant of the Han family, I will naturally help you recover from this injury."
"That way, even if Aying leaves with me in the future, you will still be able to care for and raise your grandson on your own."
Saying this, Ning Wangshu paused slightly before continuing, "In addition, I can leave the two of you, grandfather and grandson, some spirit stones and medicinal pills, including cultivation techniques and spells that I can pass on to some extent."
"This way, you can rely on the pills I leave behind to prolong your life. Even if you ultimately fail to break through and step into the Golden Core Stage, you can still live another twenty or thirty years."
"The things I am leaving behind are also sufficient for your Han family to re-establish a foothold in this Moon Tomb City."
"As for the future, whether your Han family can reclaim its past glory will depend entirely on yourselves. As for when Aying might want to return, it will be entirely up to her own will; I will not forcefully restrict her."
With these words from Ning Wangshu, Han Zhang was instantly overjoyed and hastily bowed again with excitement. "Many thanks, Senior!"
Han Ying also looked at Ning Wangshu with a face full of pleasant surprise.
Meanwhile, while Ning Wangshu and the Han grandfather and grandson were speaking, inside the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall in Moon Tomb City. Aside from enshrining the past ancestors of the Zhang family, the soul tablets of all Zhang family members were also placed here.
At this moment, three of those soul tablets suddenly burst apart with a loud bang.
This sudden commotion immediately alerted