"Mo Zhaoli was coming?"
Lin Changheng paused, then decided to postpone leaving the clan to take up his post.
Thinking back, he and Mo Zhaoli still exchanged one or two letters a year.
They mostly traded news, shared how they were doing, and reminisced about the past in passing.
After all, it had been a full twenty years since they last met.
When they parted, Mo Zhaoli had only been fourteen or fifteen, still a little girl.
Those twenty years were nearly three times as long as the time she had spent with Lin Changheng.
So even Lin Changheng found it incredible that they had maintained this degree of closeness.
In the mortal world, that much time would have washed everything away, even the bonds of blood and kinship.
Without their shared connection to Master Mo, and Lin Changheng's revelation that he was a Mid-Grade Pill Master capable of refining Premium Pills,
to reinforce their bond, it was hard to say how things would have turned out.
After all, nothing was harder to fathom than the human heart, and there was no need to indulge in groundless speculation.
Lin Changheng firmly believed in and followed the principle of "judge deeds, not hearts." The wisdom of the sages from his previous life still guided him!
As for Master Mo,
Lin Changheng remained as close to him as ever. Whenever they met in the Pill Room, he would often stop for a chat, and he frequently visited Master Mo's home to see him and cadge a meal.
In recent years especially, Master Mo's advancing age had made his old, hidden injuries difficult to suppress. They had begun stirring again, so he had stepped down from his pill-refining duties and seldom appeared in the Pill Room.
Yet Lin Changheng still remembered to visit