Chen Menglin's brows knitted tightly. "We can't just do nothing, can we?" he said gravely. "Leaving this hanging forever isn't a solution."
"I trust my grandpa and Senior Xue Chuxin," Chen Xiaojun said solemnly. "They aren't the sort to act recklessly."
"There may be more to this than we know."
He paused, then asked, "Does my grandpa have much contact with Senior Xue Chuxin?"
Chen Cong shook his head. "I'm not sure, but he hardly ever leaves the village."
"After the last calamity, the clan fell into decline. As the leader of our generation, he spent most of his time cultivating. Unless it was necessary, he almost never went out."
Chen Xiaojun nodded thoughtfully, then abruptly changed tack and raised a crucial question. "Xue Shiqiong is thirty-eight. Add ten months of pregnancy, and that means... what happened thirty-nine years ago?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Chen Cong's eyes. He pondered for a moment. "Thirty-nine years ago? Your grandpa is eighty-nine this year. Thirty-nine years ago, he was fifty... fifty?"
His heart suddenly lurched. He exchanged a glance with Chen Menglin, and an inscrutable look flashed through both their eyes.
Chen Menglin seemed to have recalled something. His expression shifted uncertainly, and his brows drew even tighter.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun pressed, "Second Granduncle, did you think of something? What happened when Grandpa was fifty?"
Chen Cong considered for a moment before saying slowly, "That was the year he successfully broke through to become a Soul Douluo. But afterward, he spent some time recovering from severe injuries."
"Severe injuries?" Chen Xiaojun asked in surprise. "How did Grandpa get so badly hurt? With his strength, there shouldn't have been many people capable of injuring him, should there?"
Chen Cong nodded, a trace of recollection entering his eyes. "Indeed. Do you know that