Departure

The next day, several elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were attacked. Moreover, all the healing-type Soul Masters nearby had inexplicably accepted commissions (the power of money), leaving none of them anywhere near the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

For the time being, the elders could only recuperate in peace, while the clan leader alone made all decisions regarding clan affairs.

Yu Yuanzhen wrote a letter and handed it to Mo Lin.

"The letter's finished."

Mo Lin opened the letter, glanced over its contents, and frowned.

"Uncle, this letter is way too official!"

Mo Jia took it and read it as well, then shook his head.

"Exactly. It reads like it's for a stranger. I already told you, this letter doesn't just represent the clan—it represents you too. You need to put genuine feelings into it!"

Yu Yuanzhen looked somewhat troubled.

"I've lived for decades without ever directly expressing my feelings. Asking me to write something like that all of a sudden... I really can't do it."

Mo Lin said, "What's so hard about it? Is it really that difficult to write a few lines like, 'Mom—ptui, Dad loves you. Dad misses you'? It's not like we're asking you to write an eight-hundred-word argumentative essay on the theme of love. You're trying to win your son back, and your son isn't even wandering the streets right now. If you don't make it touching, how can you possibly bring him back? When you hugged me yesterday, weren't you perfectly natural?"

"Then... I'll revise it again," Yu Yuanzhen said.

An hour later—

"No, still no good. You're his father, not his uncle," Mo Lin said.

An hour later—

"Revise it again," Mo Lin said.

An hour later—

"Revise it again," Mo Lin said.

The cycle repeated n times.

Mo Lin picked up the letter that had been revised countless times.

"Mm, it finally looks somewhat decent. It feels like a letter written by a father now. The wording is still a little stiff, but for you, Uncle, this is already very good. Even if you revise it more, you probably won't get anything better out of it."

At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen felt as if his body had been completely hollowed out. He had never imagined that writing a letter—one hundred million letters—could be so difficult. Slumped over the table, he asked, "The letter is done now. You two should be leaving as well, right?"

Mo Lin smiled and shook his head.

"No, no, no. Besides this letter, we still need you to do a few more things. Namely..."

After explaining everything, Mo Lin and Mo Jia finally left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and headed straight for the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Inside the carriage, Mo Jia asked, "Xiao Lin, can this really bring that Grandmaster back? No matter how you look at it, he was ultimately expelled. Wouldn't he hold a grudge against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Mo Lin was extremely confident.

"Trust me. I can't say whether Grandmaster still has feelings for this clan, but he definitely loves his father. He also knows that his father loves him. It's just that neither of them knows how to express their feelings, so they've both kept everything bottled up inside. On top of that, Yu Yuanzhen feels guilty toward Grandmaster, while his identity as clan leader weighs on him. Although Grandmaster now stands at the pinnacle of the Soul Master world in terms of theory, he still feels that he disgraced his father when he was young. So for all these years, one has not dared to return to the clan, while the other has not dared to call him back.

"But in truth, if either one of them had simply been willing to personally say what they wanted to say, this thin barrier between father and son would have been broken long ago."

Mo Jia stared at Mo Lin for a while.

"You seem to know far too much. Are you really that familiar with Grandmaster?"

"Cough, cough!" Mo Lin coughed twice nervously.

Damn, I said way too much. I don't even have the Wind Queen's Arcane Gate yet. I don't even have a reason to deceive everyone. In the future, I should just show off a little and leave it at that. I can't talk too much. I need to change the subject right away.

"By the way, Little Uncle, remember this: we're now elders of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Jia and Yu Mo. Don't get carried away and call us by the wrong names when the time comes."

Mo Jia clicked his tongue.

"There's something I have to say. I can pretend to be an elder just fine. As long as I don't reveal my martial soul, everything will be easy enough. But you're only level fifty-five—how are you going to pull it off?"

Mo Lin raised his head, his nose pointing toward the sky.

"Of course, it's because I'm of higher seniority and have greater talent!"

"Stop showing off." Mo Jia directly smacked Mo Lin on the head. "To put it plainly, the only reason Yu Yuanzhen gave you the clothes and badges of those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan elders, aside from you being his nephew, was because you waited until you had gotten everything you wanted before telling him that you were the disciple of Spirit Hall's current Pope. Otherwise, how could it have been so easy?

"But if that's the case, why did you tell him about it? His expression was awful after he heard it."

Mo Lin rubbed his head.

"He was indeed a little embarrassed just now, but he'll understand soon enough that I'm helping him."

"Helping him? How?" Mo Jia was utterly confused.

Mo Lin explained, "Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has always been located within the Heaven Dou Empire, it has never taken sides. Whether it was the empire or Spirit Hall, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan treated them both the same. Still, since it was on Heaven Dou Empire territory, they sent Yu Tianheng to the Royal Academy as a gesture of goodwill. But in every Soul Master tournament held in the Heaven Dou Empire's region over the years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan never sent representatives to watch. Such an attitude naturally posed no problem in times of peace or in a true age of chaos.

"But in the current period, with my uncle's experience, he can see that this continent is highly likely to be plunged into war once more. The major powers have all either formed alliances or decided whom they will pledge allegiance to after war breaks out. Only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has yet to clearly choose a side."

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had only my uncle as a Titled Douluo. Relying on a single Titled Douluo to protect the entire clan would be nowhere near enough in a war that swept across the whole continent.

But now, since they had never maintained especially close ties with any of the major powers, if they wanted to choose a side... sorry, no alliance made up of multiple factions would accept an unstable bomb. The Star Luo Empire would not accept a clan that had always remained in the Heaven Dou Empire. My uncle also had some conflicts with Ning Fengzhi, and for certain reasons, my master was even prejudiced against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. However, aside from me, only my master himself knew about that.

So I pointed my uncle toward a clear path. As long as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood with me, not only would the Mo Family become their ally, but Spirit Hall could as well."

Mo Jia pondered for a while before suddenly looking at Mo Lin with a solemn expression.

"Xiao Lin, tell me the truth. After plotting so much, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Mo Lin's expression did not change much upon hearing this.

"Little Uncle, you can rest assured. I am neither a beast nor someone worse than a beast. I have never intended to harm the Mo Family. Everything I do will only benefit the Mo Family. Besides, why would you think that not wanting to push my own relatives to stand against me is something strange—a scheme?"