The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

"Gold will always shine", but what Yan Mu and Liang Chuxin did not expect was that Mo Mo could shine so quickly and so dazzlingly.

With the outbreak of the Cenlinshan rift breach, the public became aware of this special group in the Supernatural Bureau, and then Mo Mo became Zhao Wenting's apprentice and shone brightly through his own efforts. Even the outsider Yan Tao felt particularly honored when he heard Mo Mo being praised several times at events he attended.

However, Mo Mo herself doesn't care about these things. What she cares about is the speed of her cultivation progress and whether she has the strength to participate in the spiritual cultivation competition after the new year.

**

As usual, Mo Mo regularly reported to Zhao Wenting on the progress of the rotation tasks and her insights; of course, she deliberately ignored the bounty missions she had accepted.

"Master, if there is nothing else, I will leave first." Mo Mo stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Wenting stopped her.

"There will be a family dinner at the Zhao family mansion at five o'clock tomorrow. The head of the Zhao family has specifically requested you to attend." Zhao Wenting looked at Mo Mo calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

"Ah? Me?" Mo Mo was a little surprised, but when she saw Pei Ming approaching with the opened dress box in his hands, she closed her jaw in surprise.

"Come here tomorrow before four, and we'll be together."

"Oh oh." Mo Mo reached out to take the dress box and nodded in agreement in a daze.

It was not until she returned and put on the dress that fit her body like a tailor-made one that she looked at herself in the full-length mirror that she still couldn't figure out why the current head of the Zhao family wanted to see her?

**

The mansion's dining room was luxuriously decorated. The long table was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and placed on it were exquisite silverware and sparkling crystal glasses, with flowers blooming silently.

In the center of the restaurant, on a huge, finely carved mahogany chair sat the elder of the family, Zhao Wenting's grandfather, the current head of the Zhao family. His face was serious, and his eyes revealed the accumulation of years and the glory of the family. The old man was wearing a dark traditional robe, his silver hair was meticulously combed back, and he exuded an aura of majesty without anger.

The atmosphere of the family dinner was particularly solemn. Every family member wore formal attire and sat in their respective seats in accordance with family rules and seniority. No one dared to pick up their chopsticks easily, and no one dared to make any extra noise. The only sounds in the entire restaurant were the ticking of the clock and the occasional slight collision of tableware.

In addition to Zhao Wenbin and Deng Juanjuan, there were many people Mo Mo had never seen before. Their expressions were equally solemn. They sat upright and looked at Grandpa from time to time to show respect.

The table was filled with a variety of delicacies, from the tempting braised pork to the steamed seafood, each dish was carefully prepared by the family's private chef. However, despite the delicious food, no one dared to touch the food before Grandpa started eating. As an outsider who was summoned temporarily, Mo Mo could only swallow his saliva and bear it even if he was greedy.

Finally, at the right moment, Grandpa slowly reached out his hand, picked up the chopsticks, and gently took the first bite of the dish. This action seemed to be a signal, and the family members began to eat one after another, but they were still very careful, for fear of breaking the solemn atmosphere. In this famous family, Mo Mo realized that the head of the family had an unparalleled status symbol, and his every move and look was enough to influence the entire family's movements.

Even during meals, except for the occasional clinking of cutlery, the atmosphere was extremely serious.

[Is this a family dinner of a famous family? It's just a meal, why is it so serious? Is this meal easy to digest? ]

Although Mo Mo had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he quietly did not want to be a "conspicuous person" to break this strange atmosphere.

“This is very delicious, you can try it.”

Suddenly, Zhao Wenting picked up a piece of crystal clear braised pork and put it in Mo Mo's bowl.

Including the old man, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the unfamiliar face Mo Mo.

"Thank you, Master." Mo Mo smiled and expressed his gratitude.

[I really will thank you! This guy definitely did it on purpose! What you fear will come true. ]

The old man narrowed his eyes, as if he had just seen Mo Mo, and said with a kind smile from an elder to a younger person, "Oh? This is Wen Ting's beloved disciple, little Mo Mo, right?"

"Yes, grandpa." Zhao Wenting put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and nodded politely.

"Hello, Grandpa Zhao, I'm Mo Mo." Mo Mo stood up, bowed politely, and then briefly introduced himself.

Mo Mo looked at Zhao Wenting, then at the people around him, and finally, his clear gaze returned to the old man sitting in the main seat - Zhao Tianxing.

"That's right, let's eat first, and bring her to the study later." The old man's smiling face was full of wrinkles, which were the traces of time.

"Okay, Grandpa."

This was the first time that Mo Mo saw Zhao Wenting, as a junior, being so polite and gentle. It seemed that this old man must not be a simple person.

[Forget it, let’s eat first and talk about it after we’re full. ]

I originally thought it was just a simple visit, but I didn't expect it to be as tense and solemn as meeting the emperor in ancient times.

Mo Mo didn't dare to relax until he left the old house and was on his way back.

"It seems that my grandfather likes you very much." Zhao Wenting blurted out in a cold tone.

Mo Mo looked at him in surprise: "No way? How did you know that?" Mo Mo quickly recalled what happened today from the time he entered to the time he left, and didn't understand why he thought so.

"No one else today is qualified to enter his study." Zhao Wenting finished speaking, and the corners of his mouth curved up again. "Also, the results of the investigation into Pei Ming's poisoning incident are out, and it's exactly as I guessed."

"What? Is it really Zhao Wenbin?" Upon hearing about the poisoning incident involving himself, Mo Mo immediately sat up straight.

"That was my wrong guess at the beginning. In fact, the person behind this is my grandfather."

The corners of Mo Mo's mouth twitched, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. Then she glanced at Zhao Wenting's still cold profile and said, "Well, you are worthy of being a member of the Zhao family." You are all weird. You just said you like me.

Mo Mo didn't dare to say the following words.

The atmosphere in the car was very quiet and none of the three spoke.

Pei Ming seemed to have turned on his human-machine mode again, driving mechanically and without emotion.

A warm yellow glow shone through the windows of the dormitory building, echoing the stars in the sky.

Zhao Wenting looked at Mo Mo as she picked up her dress and walked carefully back towards the dormitory, and he didn't want to take his eyes off her for a moment.

I recalled Zhao Wenbin's meaningful words before the dinner today: "I was just like the old man. I thought you were raising a little white rabbit, but I didn't expect you were raising a little wild cat."

Under the silent night sky, he said in a very quiet voice: "She is neither a docile and obedient little white rabbit, nor an independent and unruly little wild cat. She is a smart and thoughtful little fox."

"Ah? Young Master, what did you say?" Pei Ming, who didn't hear clearly, asked in confusion.

"Nothing, let's go."