She is Shang Lin's mother, who holds a transcendent position in the Flying Immortal Palace, and Shang Lin is exceptionally talented, which is why they are willing to go to any lengths to bring her back.
But Shang Lin is, after all, a minor and still in school. It wouldn't be appropriate to take him back to the deep mountains and forests to live a life isolated from the world, would it? Besides, his mother has already passed away.
Then there's only one possibility: Flying Immortal Palace urgently needs a promising talent like Shang Lin to return and strengthen the sect's power. After all, no matter how secluded a sect is, it still needs to be strong, otherwise it will become the next Divine Medicine Sect.
Mo Rong couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you communicate with them? I think they want you to go back because they think you are a once-in-a-century talent and should be brought back to the palace as soon as possible to cultivate you carefully, so that you don't end up benefiting others."
Shang Lin really wanted to say, "If Feixian Palace truly valued my talent, they wouldn't have needed to launch a sneak attack!"
But he absolutely couldn't say that, otherwise Mo Rong would definitely guess something. So Shang Lin could only smile wryly and say, "It's just that the communication has failed. I've almost worn my lips out, but they still insist on their own opinions, especially that Tianji. He's the epitome of stubbornness, truly impervious to reason!!!"
Mo Rong thought for a moment before saying, "Perhaps it's because he's had a voice in the sect for too long, so he's developed a habit that extends to outside. What will you do then? If they're determined to take you back, even if Tianji and the others are trapped with the authorities, Feixian Palace will send others to find you."
Shang Lin said helplessly, "What else can we do? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. You can't guard against thieves a thousand days in a row."
Faced with this situation, Mo Rong had nothing to say. He could only say, "If there's anything I can help you with, just ask. Your guardian has already turned to ashes, so I'll handle things on your behalf with the authorities."
Upon hearing the word "guardian," Shang Lin immediately thought of Old Man Chai, and felt a pang of pain in his heart. However, he calmly replied, "Does the absence of a guardian mean I can't step in?"
"Of course you can, but aren't you a student? Do you have free time? Besides, minors are just like women, a vulnerable group. No matter how strong you are, you still won't get enough attention."
Shang Lin, "..."
From the moment he first left the small mountain village, Shang Lin experienced the helplessness of the disadvantaged. Even though he is now the sect leader of the Yuntai Sect, and even though he is exceptionally talented and capable, he is still a minor.
Before, it was alright because they had Old Man Chai as their guardian, but now that they don't even have a guardian, they won't be taken seriously outside. Of course, if the Yuntai Sect is powerful enough, then it's a different story.
In the end, Shang Lin could only say, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Director. I don't have any excessive demands, as long as Feixian Palace compensates our Yuntai Sect for all the losses."
As for Old Man Chai's life, I will personally go to the Flying Immortal Palace to take it back one day.
"Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help Sect Leader Shang." After saying that, Mo Rong pointed around and asked, "Are you going to stay here or go home? If you're going home, I can take you."
"I won't go back for now."
"Alright then, I'll be going now."
"goodbye."
Mo Rong left without warning, disappearing through the door in the blink of an eye.
Shang Lin immediately took out paper and pen and began to review the Demon-Trapping Formation and the Big Dipper Formation. If he wanted to go to the Flying Immortal Palace, he had to know himself and his enemy. Moreover, after this battle, it was hard to be sure whether they would modify the formation. He had to prepare early.
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