When Mo Lin mentioned "Spirit Hall," a trace of melancholy inevitably appeared on his face. He had not returned to Spirit Hall for over three years. After leaving because of the conflict over divine inheritances, it was not as though he had no chance to return. Moreover, that so-called conflict had largely been his own fault. Whenever he thought of Bibi Dong and Hu Liena, he often felt guilty.
"Who will Spirit Hall send this time?" Mo Lin's thoughts drifted away, and he completely forgot that he was talking to Mo Ning.
"Hey! Little brother!" Mo Ning forcibly pulled Mo Lin back from his thoughts.
"Sorry, big brother. I was just thinking about something." Mo Lin took a deep breath, focusing his attention.
Watching Mo Lin's expression and movements, Mo Ning raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Little brother, why don't you go find the people from Spirit Hall?"
"?" Having just been pulled back from his thoughts, Mo Lin was briefly confused before quickly reacting. "Right. Spirit Hall doesn't get along with either empire or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They're probably watching secretly from the sidelines too. It'd be best to greet them first, so there aren't any misunderstandings later."
"Then in what capacity are you going to meet the people from Spirit Hall?" Mo Ning's expression clearly carried a deeper meaning, though he still asked along the lines of Mo Lin's thinking for now.
Mo Lin lowered his head and pondered for a while. His answer was rather ambiguous.
"We'll see when the time comes."
Then Mo Lin vanished from where he stood. It was impossible to tell whether he had returned to his tent or gone straight to find the people from Spirit Hall.
"Xiao Ning, you noticed it too?" After Mo Lin flashed away, Mo