Na'er, Passing by Each Other

"Xiao Yuan, why did you pass up so many hundred-year Soul Spirits and choose that ten-year Soul Spirit instead?"

On the way home, Mo Qingfeng finally couldn't hold back his question.

"You really don't need to save us money, son. Your dad has money."

But what he got in return was the look of an idiot from his own son.

"Come on, Dad. You're already over level forty. Don't tell me you still haven't figured out that what suits you is what's best? Besides, technology is so advanced now, and with the Soul Ascension Platform, a Soul Spirit's innate level isn't that important anymore. It's just a matter of spending more time and effort."

"As for money?" Mo Yuan curled his lips into a mischievous smile. "Am I not richer than you?"

"Er... you... I... this..."

Mo Qingfeng was struck speechless once again.

Because he discovered that what his son said was true. He was a dignified level-five mecha designer. Whenever he was short of money, he only had to go out and draw a few design plans, and tens of thousands would immediately enter his account...

Lin Zhiwei smiled. "All right, Qingfeng. You're already so old, yet you're still comparing yourself to your son..."

Before she could finish, a figure by the roadside caught her attention.

"Why is this child here all alone? Where are her parents?"

"Hm?" Following Lin Zhiwei's gaze, Mo Yuan looked over.

A little girl was crouching by the roadside. She looked only five or six years old and had an extremely rare head of short silver hair that reflected a strange light under the sun.

Her clothes looked somewhat worn, however, and her face was filthy, making her look like a little beggar.

Mo Yuan recognized her at a glance. That silver hair was simply too distinctive.

Who else could this be but our dignified Dragon God's intelligent half-body—the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena?

Of course, she had lost her memories now, so Na'er would be a more suitable name for her.

"She probably got lost, right?" Mo Qingfeng guessed. He began walking toward Na'er.

"Hey, little one, did you get separated from your family?"

Na'er raised her head and glanced at Mo Qingfeng before silently burying her head between her knees again.

But that single lift of her head was enough for Mo Yuan to see her large, crystalline eyes, which were like purple crystals.

With a face like that, no wonder she had caught the attention of human traffickers.

"Oh, Qingfeng, are you any good at this? You obviously scared her. Move aside and let me handle it."

Lin Zhiwei pushed Mo Qingfeng away and crouched in front of Na'er. In a gentle voice, she asked, "Little one, what's your name?"

Perhaps because Lin Zhiwei was a healing-type Soul Master and naturally possessed an extremely strong affinity, Na'er finally spoke.

She answered softly, "My name is Na'er."

"Na'er. What a lovely name. Your voice is lovely too."

Lin Zhiwei continued asking, "Then why are you here alone? Did you get separated from your family?"

Na'er shook her head. "I don't know."

At that, Lin Zhiwei and Mo Qingfeng exchanged a glance.

It seemed she had lost her memories. That made things difficult.

Getting lost wasn't frightening. As long as she remembered something, they could send her to the Administrative Headquarters or the Law Enforcement Hall, and they would surely find a way to contact her family. But with memory loss, there was no good solution. They could only see whether the database contained a matching record.

"Then do you remember anything else?"

Na'er shook her head.

"Gurgle—"

At that moment, an incongruous sound rang out.

Na'er suddenly lowered her head, her face turning slightly red.

"Ah, you... How about this? Na'er, come home with us for now. After you've eaten your fill, I'll take you to the Administrative Headquarters and see if we can find your family."

Lin Zhiwei made the suggestion and extended her right hand toward Na'er.

Perhaps the gentle aura around Lin Zhiwei made Na'er feel comfortable. Of course, it might also simply have been because she was too hungry. In any case, Na'er eventually reached out and took Lin Zhiwei's hand.

Lin Zhiwei applied some force and pulled Na'er up from the ground, then gently brushed the dust from her clothes.

"Come on. Let's go home first."

Mo Yuan, who had witnessed the entire process from the side, couldn't help giving his mother a thumbs-up inwardly.

He hadn't expected her to bring a Dragon King home so easily. This achievement would be enough for Mom to brag about for the rest of her life.

Along the way, Na'er remained very quiet. She didn't say a word, nor did she look around. She only silently followed Lin Zhiwei forward.

Mo Yuan and Mo Qingfeng followed behind them.

Mo Qingfeng suddenly nudged Mo Yuan twice with his elbow. Mo Yuan looked up at his father.

"Hey, Xiao Yuan, don't you think your mother's acting a little strange?"

Mo Yuan was startled, but when he saw the resentful expression on Mo Qingfeng's face, he immediately couldn't help laughing.

"Come on, are you seriously jealous of a little girl? If you keep this up, I'll look down on you." As he spoke, Mo Yuan glanced at his mother. "It's normal. After all, Mom's wish has always been to have a son and a daughter, right? But then you know what happened..."

Mo Qingfeng suddenly fell silent. He lowered his head and, after a long while, said gloomily, "You're right. It's all my fault. I let her down."

Tsk...

Mo Yuan suddenly didn't feel like talking to him anymore. That sour, lovelorn atmosphere was practically hitting him in the face.

After turning a few more corners, the entrance to Red Mountain Academy appeared before them.

As the president of Red Mountain Academy, Mo Qingfeng had arranged for his family to live in a small building near the academy's rear entrance.

It wasn't noon yet, so a long line still stretched outside Red Mountain Academy, waiting to have the children awaken their Martial Souls.

Of course, people were also gradually emerging from the other side of the line. Those were the ones who had already completed their Martial Soul awakenings.

Their expressions varied widely. Those with excitement and joy on their faces had clearly awakened Soul Power, but most wore looks of disappointment, and their parents' expressions weren't much better.

Sure enough, in this world, most people still failed to awaken Soul Power.

Just as the four of them reached the entrance, another adult and child walked out.

The little boy was clearly dazed and didn't look happy. He had probably received a poor result during his Martial Soul awakening.

The adult, most likely his father, was far more cheerful and kept comforting his son.

Mo Qingfeng and Lin Zhiwei had seen countless pairs like them over the years, so they merely sighed inwardly. On the surface, they showed no reaction.

Mo Yuan, however, raised his eyebrows, because he knew this person too.

It was none other than our protagonist, Tang Wulin. Mo Yuan had long since committed his family's information to memory, so he recognized him at a glance.

Na'er looked straight ahead, no one knew what she was thinking, and simply followed Lin Zhiwei forward.

Tang Wulin likewise had no mind to look anywhere else. He only mechanically followed Tang Ziran forward.

And so, Tang Wulin and Na'er passed each other, each walking in opposite directions.