"This... this is a Soul Bone?!" The Ye Clan Head cried out in shock. "And judging by its aura, it's at least a fifty-thousand-year Soul Bone."
Indeed, it was a sixty-thousand-year right leg Soul Bone, which Su Mo had previously obtained from Tang Chen and kept inside his Soul Tool.
The Ye Clan Head hurriedly composed herself, then looked up at Su Mo with a helpless smile. "Xiao Mo, this betrothal gift is far too precious. Why don't you take this Soul Bone back? Otherwise, I won't even know what dowry to give in return."
Su Mo raised a hand to gently stop her. "It's only a sixty-thousand-year Soul Bone. Compared to Shuang'er, what is it worth? As for the dowry, I don't care about such things. Having Shuang'er and Lingling is enough for me."
Before the Ye Clan Head could speak, Ye Qingshuang at Su Mo's side beat her to it. "That won't do. One thing is one thing; there must be a dowry."
"Fine, whatever you say." Su Mo looked at her and smiled fondly.
At this moment, the Ye Clan Head rose to her feet and smiled kindly. "Xiao Mo, Shuang'er, it's getting late. The servants have already prepared the meal. Let's eat first."
"Alright." Su Mo nodded.
Soon after, Su Mo, Ye Qingshuang, the Ye Clan Head, and Su Lingling headed to the dining hall together.
The dinner was lavish, the dishes perfect in color, aroma, and taste, enough to make one drool at a glance. The wine was rich and fragrant as well.
At the table, the family was warm and harmonious, with laughter never ceasing.
After dinner, Su Lingling was taken away by the Ye Clan Head.
For one, the Ye Clan Head truly missed her granddaughter and wanted to spend more time with