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Zhu Yanfeng exhaled a long smoke ring and looked at Ye Sirong, his tone turning solemn. "Now that the Bone-Digging Corps is gone and you're free, it's time to return to the Village. Your parents... they've waited so many years."
Ye Sirong fell silent, offering no immediate reply.
For a moment, a falling pin could have been heard in the hall. The only sound was the faint rustle of her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of her teacup.
Only after a long while did she slowly rein in her surging emotions. "Uncle Yan Feng, I understand what you mean. But... there's no hurry just yet. Let me... meet with Old Dou first."
It was a decision she had to make as a wife and mother.
Zhu Yanfeng gave her a long, searching look, then nodded. "True enough. You're a married woman now, after all, and your child is already so grown. You should see to your family first."
After all, important as blood ties were, the family she had built amid hardship, now facing another upheaval, was also a bond Ye Sirong could not sever.
But Old Zhu's eyes darted about, and a teasing smile-the sort an elder wore when looking at a youngster-returned to his face. Deftly changing the subject, he turned his keen gaze toward the indignant Dou Congtong beside her.
"Sirong, judging by your child's martial soul, it's mutated, isn't it? She awakened your Agile Long-Eared Rabbit martial soul, but that stick in her hand... it looks rather like your birth family's inheritance, the Medicine Family's Medicine-Pounding Pestle?"
The corners of Ye Sirong's lips lifted slightly, and a flicker of maternal pride crossed her eyes. "Nothing escapes your keen eyes, Uncle Yan Feng. Tong'er, summon your martial soul and let your Great-Uncle Yan Feng