Strange, this voice sounds familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before. The flower petal in Mo Tian's pocket trembled slightly…
“Dad,” Qiao Mei stepped forward and timidly entered the cave. Before her was a spacious cave, at least 100 square meters in size, with the furnishings still simple.
To the right of the cave, there was an enormous fireplace, the fire seemingly burning. Beside the fireplace was a seemingly ordinary wooden bed, without a quilt, only covered with a single piece of jade...
At this moment, Qiao Mei's father, Old Xiao, was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed. His eyelids were drooping and his eyes were closed. His hands were placed on his knees, and his expression was solemn, like a statue. At this moment, his face, illuminated by the firelight, looked somewhat sallow and tired.
He didn't seem to react much to Song Hye-kyo's arrival.
“Dad,” Qiao Mei called softly again, stepping forward and standing in the empty cave, “he’s here too.”
“Okay,” Old Man Xiao said softly, without opening his mouth, “find a chair and sit down.”
"But you don't have any chairs here." Looking around, Qiao Mei felt a little embarrassed.
“Some things, what you see, are not necessarily true. Isn’t the chair right behind you?” As he said this, Old Xiao sighed, still without opening his eyes.
"Oh?" Qiao Mei was half-believing and half-doubting. She turned around and saw a mahogany chair behind her. But when she recalled that there was no chair in the room when she entered, she turned to the door and saw Mo Tian still standing by the door. Qiao Mei shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Little brother, you sit here. I'll stand."
"Him? He's so arrogant, I'm afraid my chair isn't big enough for him." Old Xiao shook his head and sighed, as if there was a hidden meaning in his words.
Mo Tian was startled.
"Dad, what are you saying?" Qiao Mei's smile vanished, and her face turned somewhat grim. "No matter who he is, he's my brother now. Besides, guests are guests, and we can't just turn them away."
“Sister,” Mo Tian was still standing by the door, “this isn’t Uncle’s fault, it was my rudeness.”
"Call me uncle? I can't accept that." As he said this, tears inexplicably streamed down Old Xiao's face. He raised his head and sighed, "I can't help you with your matter on my own."
"Uncle's words..." Mo Tian's eyes sharpened. This old man was quite strange. He hadn't expressed his wish for the old man to help him return to Tongling City. But from his words, it seemed that the old man knew something.
“Someone came to me, asking me to use illusion magic to find you, but I’m old, what ability do I have to find a powerful figure who commands respect in the spirit world?” Swallowing hard, Old Xiao blinked, then slowly opened his eyes. Two beams of white light shot from them, his gaze strange. Upon closer inspection, it was clear his eyes were empty. “So, I had no choice but to give them my eyes…”
What? Someone wants to see me? Old Master Xiao's words clearly told him that someone knew he had come to the mortal realm. Who could it be? Mo Tian felt a chill in his heart and immediately realized, "You, Wen Long, it must be you!"
"Dad, what happened to you?" Taking a few steps closer, Qiao Mei was shocked to see Old Xiao's thin and frail appearance. She reached out and grabbed the old man's arm, shaking it violently. "It's only been a few days, how did you become like this?"
"Sigh!" Old Xiao sighed, and Qiao Mei's swaying stopped immediately. "Don't be nervous, this is just my final resting place."
“No, Dad,” Qiao Mei shook her head, “it shouldn’t be like this.”
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