"My fourth uncle?"
Qin Yan looked at her grandfather with her big eyes.
She still remembered that her fourth uncle had looked like a gentle, intelligent man in his photograph.
Old Master Fu changed the subject. After all, his fourth son's past was far too heavy a topic.
A child would not understand such things yet.
"Speaking of which, your fourth uncle's birthday is coming up soon. That boy hardly ever celebrates it, though. He probably won't come home this year either."
He sighed.
That brat had not been home in three years.
Most importantly, his birthday was the anniversary of his teammates' deaths.
So from that point on, he had never celebrated his birthday again.
"In short, that spatial rift is trouble. We absolutely cannot let the things inside get out."
Fu Wenzi summed it up.
"Now that we've discovered it early and learned that the rift is being suppressed, the things inside can't get out for the time being. That's good news too."
"Our little kitty deserves a lot of credit."
He stroked the little one's fluffy, downy head.
Qin Yan half closed her eyes, looking perfectly well behaved.
"Fubao was the one who found it."
"All right, all right, Fubao deserves credit too. We'll prepare more food for Fubao."
Meimei coughed. Once everyone's attention had been drawn over, Meimei raised that chin and planted little paws on a plump waist.
"The inheritances I promised you earlier."
With a wave of a paw, several things resembling jade plaques floated before them.
Meimei said, "Let me make this clear first. You choose an inheritance, but the inheritance chooses you too."
"Each of these inheritances contains a wisp of lingering consciousness left by the person passing it down. If they don't take a liking to you, wanting it won't do