Lesser Divine Art: Spirit-Erasing Art

"It wasn't necessarily so!" Lin Xiaosu said.

"Junior Brother, you're still young... What I mean is, relatively speaking, you're still young. You care deeply about your family, and you judge others by yourself, thinking everyone in the world must be like you. But once there are a hundred people, there are all sorts and kinds. Different environments breed different hearts."

Lin Xiaosu said, "Just as you said, once there are a hundred people, there are all sorts and kinds. Some people truly are cold-blooded, while others still retain their humanity... Some time ago, I read a case—the most satisfying case Ruolan and the others had handled in nearly a year... There was a big boss who had been abducted as a child. For over forty years, he did odd jobs, slept beneath bridges, suffered betrayal and fraud from partners. Later, he rose against adversity and became a billionaire. After becoming a big boss, he enjoyed the finest foods, experienced the most exquisite women, and saw the boundless splendor from the heights. Yet deep in his heart, he had always hidden one image: the crooked old locust tree at the entrance to his village. He had only been a little over a year old when he was abducted. He didn't remember where his hometown was, nor did he remember his mother's face, but he remembered that tree. So he paid a huge sum to hire Phoenix City Detective Agency to help him find his home."

Blue Demon's heartstrings seemed to have been touched as well. "What happened afterward?"

"They found it!" Lin Xiaosu said. "Ruolan and the others spent three months traveling through more than a thousand villages and taking several thousand photographs before finally finding the boss's hometown. He went home, but his parents were already gone. He knelt before