Mythical Cultivation

Time passed slowly as the two of them waited. After an incense stick of time had passed, they still received no response.

Wang Zongyuan looked at Wu Ming expectantly and said awkwardly, "Maybe he's busy right now and hasn't seen the message yet. He might see it later."

"Brother Wang, it's okay. I'm not in a hurry. I just want to ask you some questions about cultivation." Wu Ming responded. He was a little anxious just now and didn't think about the fact that Brother Wang's father, as a deacon, would definitely not be so idle.

Hearing Wu Ming's words, he also took the opportunity to attack. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I'm more than ten years older than you, and I'll do my best to answer any questions I can."

Just as Wu Ming was about to ask a question, he saw someone coming into the cave. Wang Zongyuan apologized and looked to see who it was. When he looked over, he realized it was his father. He knew it wasn't urgent, so his father wouldn't come to him casually.

"Father, why are you here so suddenly? Did something important happen?" Wang Zongyuan watched his father, Wang Cheng, enter the cave with a puzzled look on his face, and hurried over to inquire about the situation. He muttered to himself, fearing that something unexpected had happened at home or in the sect.

Wang Cheng smiled and shook his head, indicating that nothing serious had happened. He then pressed on, "Zongyuan, you mentioned in the message that Wu Tianlong's grandson is in our sect. Where is he?" Hearing his father's words, Wang Zongyuan suddenly realized that his father had come to see Wu Ming.

"Father, you know this man too. He's Wu Ming, one of the four benefactors who saved my life. He's in my mansion right now," Wang Zongyuan replied hastily. As he spoke, he led his father toward the inner chamber.

"Take me there quickly! I never thought it would be him..." Wang Cheng's tone was a little anxious. Wang Zongyuan couldn't help but wonder what made his father so eager to see Wu Ming?

When they arrived at the inner room, Wu Ming had already stood up and respectfully saluted Wang Cheng and said, "Junior greets Deacon Wang!"

Wang Cheng looked at the young man in front of him, a flicker of surprise and relief in his eyes. He walked forward and said with deep emotion, "I haven't seen him for many years. I didn't expect his grandson to have grown so big!"

At this moment, Wu Ming's mind was also filled with speculation. Could this Deacon Wang really be an old acquaintance of his grandfather? Thinking of this, his eyes were filled with anticipation and respect.

"Is Deacon Wang really an old acquaintance of my grandfather? I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"That's right! Ever since Big Brother Wu Tianlong left the sect, he's been like a kite with a broken string, with no news. Sigh... I don't know where he is now, or if he's alright." Wang Cheng sighed softly, a hint of worry and concern in his eyes. He asked cautiously, "So, how is your grandfather now? Is he still healthy?" His voice trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of hearing bad news.

Wu Ming quickly replied, "Don't worry, Deacon Wang. When I left, grandpa was in good health and in high spirits, and he didn't feel any discomfort." Hearing this, Wang Cheng felt a little relieved, but his eyes still revealed a little worry.

Wu Ming then pulled out a letter from his storage bag. He handed it to Wang Cheng and said, "This is a letter that Grandpa specifically asked me to pass on to you. Please take a look."

Wang Cheng took the envelope, his fingers caressing the words, feeling the weight of trust and entrustment. He took a deep breath, slowly opened the envelope, and began to read. Every word and sentence seemed to carry Wu Tianlong's presence and emotion, making Wang Cheng feel particularly at home. After reading the letter, Wang Cheng's eyes moistened.

After reading the letter, Wang Cheng turned his gaze to Wu Ming. "Brother Wu hopes that I can help you in the sect. I will certainly take good care of you. But he won't talk about what happened in the past few years. Tell me how you've been doing these years."

Wu Ming watched Deacon Wang's eyes, filled with kindness, and thought, "Those eyes are truly warm!" The bond between them must have been deep, or else there wouldn't be such a look. He just didn't know why they hadn't been in touch all those years. Wu Ming decided to slowly recount the details of his life with his grandfather in Lijia Village.

"We lived a simple and peaceful life in the village. Every morning, my grandfather would get up early and work in the fields. I would follow him and help with whatever I could. In the evenings, we would sit in the yard, watch the sunset, and listen to my grandfather tell me stories. Those stories were full of wisdom and courage, and they benefited me greatly."

When Wu Ming got to this point, Wang Cheng couldn't help but interrupt him and asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Why is it all about you and your grandfather? Where are your parents?"

A flicker of sadness flashed across Wu Ming's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Deacon Wang, according to my grandfather, my parents tragically lost their lives in a monster rampage shortly after I was born. So, I was raised by my grandfather from a young age."

After hearing this, Wang Cheng couldn't help but feel sympathy. He sighed.

"Poor child, you lost your parents when you were young. Your childhood must have been difficult. I never thought that Brother Wu would send someone young off. He must have been very sad. From now on, just call me Grandpa Wang. Given our relationship, please don't be so polite."

Wu Ming felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard Wang Cheng say this. He nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Grandpa Wang."

Hearing Wang Cheng say this, Wu Ming nodded, agreeing with him: "Grandpa Wang, you're absolutely right. Every time I curiously asked Grandpa about my parents, he always looked sad. Seeing him so sad, I felt bad too, so gradually I stopped mentioning them in front of Grandpa."

Wang Cheng looked at the sensible Wu Ming and couldn't help but feel a surge of pity in his heart. He patted Wu Ming's shoulder and said earnestly, "My child, since you already call me Grandpa Wang, if you encounter any difficult problems or difficulties in the sect in the future, don't hesitate to come to me. Although I am not a person of high moral character or power in Qingyun Sect, I still have some face and should be able to provide you with some help and support."

His words revealed a kind of firmness and confidence, which made Wu Ming feel very warm and at ease. Now he was no longer a person without any roots in Qingyun Sect, but had a backer.