'I will not forget this favour.' Zhen Yuan thought, looking at the letter.
After that, the two read the rest of the letter, but Father Shen only asked Shen Xu to use the cultivation resources he left behind without worry, and then signed off.
"Shen Tian…" Shen Xu muttered and subconsciously touched his father's name.
"It's a good name." He said.
"Mmh." Zhen Yuan agreed.
"I went in with questions and came out with more." The double sighed, folded the letter, and put it in a wooden box.
"Let's take one step at a time."
"I know."
After imprinting a soul mark on the ship, Shen Xu shrank it before he and Zhen Yuan entered the bamboo hut.
"There are still forty years until our rendezvous with Dongfang Jing and Chen Yi." Shen Xu started, but suddenly frowned.
"Will they remember us?" He asked.
"They should." Zhen Yuan said and began explaining.
