Hearing Wen Laibao's name again, Ding Chenmo was slightly in a daze, his finger trembling on the tea table. His profound gaze fell on Mr. Ding's face, filled with confusion, uncertainty, and a hint of excited anticipation, "Grandfather, do you mean that Wen Jiaren has also returned with Mu Qian?"
Mr. Ding nodded, "She's back. I told you that girl couldn't possibly be dead."
After a long silence, Ding Chenmo finally curved his lips and said, "It's good that she's back."
A week had already passed, and he thought she had really perished in the ancient tomb. It's good that she's back!
An aged hand landed on his shoulder, gently patting it. Mr. Ding spoke sincerely, "Stop thinking about that girl. You and she don't have that destiny. Focus on the election!"
With that, he stood up, and half an hour later, he arrived at the Mystic Sect.
