That conclusion was not hard to reach.
The traces of Wu Wenxuan's thirty years of life here made it plain.
Besides a few worn-out garments, two waist tokens hung on the wall.
Both tokens were of the same design, with a surname on the front.
Wu.
Wu Wenxuan already wore one herself, so this one belonged to someone extremely important to her.
To confirm his suspicion, Mo Chen swept his divine sense over it again.
He found that the token's edges had been rubbed smooth and lustrous, clearly from years of being held and handled.
When his divine sense probed inside, he found information inscribed by the Wu Lineage.
Wu Wenxi, courtesy name Yongtai, of the Wu Lineage of Changshao City, Wen generation.
There were not that many coincidences in this world.
The answer was practically begging to be spoken.
A reunion between husband and wife?
It was clearly a reunion between close blood relatives.
With this evidence to support his suspicion, Mo Chen continued outside.
After surviving life and death, the couple had finally reunited. They would inevitably want to pour their hearts out to each other next.
Standing around in their cave abode any longer would show a complete lack of tact.
The most important thing in dealing with people was knowing how to read the room.
Cultivation was really also about navigating human relationships. Mo Chen thought again of the steward at the Twin Crane Sect's Scripture Pavilion. As long as you did your job well, your superiors would naturally delegate authority to you.
Treat your superior like a dog. Keep the dog well fed, and your own life would be comfortable too.
Mo Chen mocked himself inwardly as he walked.
Seeing Mo Chen approach, Candle Shadow, who had been waiting outside the cave, abruptly shrank