I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"Lingzi..." Wu Xie was about to speak again when he heard another voice.

"Ling Xiao, are you Ling Xiao?" The proprietress stood in the crowd, her eyes brimming with tears, looking at Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao pondered for a moment and realized that he was Sang Yi's mother, or possibly his biological mother. He walked over and preemptively said, "Yes, it's like this. I don't care much about kinship. I don't care whether what Sang Yi said is true or not. I don't have any karma. But if you really are here and have come to find me, then you may have gotten involved with some of my karma, which is a bit troublesome for me. I hate trouble, so I'm going to give you a choice: you choose between me and Sang Yi."

If the woman chooses Sangyi, then everyone will be happy and they will be even. He will have Aning send someone to send them back, at the cost of Sangyi's leg. But if the woman chooses Lingxiao, then it is unavoidable. He will be entangled in some karmic consequences related to family ties. Lingxiao will be responsible for the woman's retirement, and this choice will determine Sangyi's life.

Wu Xie's mouth was open, the word "Ling Zi" stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered. He looked at Ling Xiao, but at this moment he exuded an icy aloofness and an almost cruel rationality.

It's absurd that someone could still find their biological parents, but... humans aren't plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? Ling Xiao really has no emotions... Thinking of this, Wu Xie glanced at Xie Yu Hua again.

The proprietress looked up, her face streaked with tears and dust, her eyes unfocused and filled with despair. She stared at Ling Xiao, as if trying to find a sliver of warmth, a trace of "son's" tenderness, in his icy expression. But there was nothing there, only an unfathomable indifference.

"I...I..." Her lips moved, her voice broken and fragmented. Why? Why did she have to make a choice when she had only just met her son?

“Sangyi…she’s the one I raised…I can’t…I can’t look at him…”

“So,” Ling Xiao’s voice rang out clearly, like the clash of cold metal, instantly cutting off her chaotic words, “you choose Sang Yi.” This was not a question, but a statement, a final judgment.

For some reason, once she said those words, it was as if she had made a final decision. Her woman's intuition told her that her hesitation had already given Ling Xiao the answer, and that she didn't actually need to choose.

The proprietress shuddered violently, as if all her bones had been removed, collapsing completely onto the sand, only able to suppress a sob. This choice had exhausted all her strength and tore her heart apart. She had chosen the son she had raised, abandoning this powerful yet unfamiliar son before her. No one around could see the guilt, pain, and despair that clung to her like poisonous vines.

Ling Xiao's face showed a barely perceptible hint of relief.

"Ah Ning, you should have some arrangements for Dingzhu Zhuoma this afternoon. Could you please take them with you? Thanks," Ling Xiao said to Ah Ning, who was watching the scene unfold.

"No problem, I was thinking the same thing even if you hadn't mentioned it. After all, I've already scrapped two of my cars, so I don't have that much spare space." Ah Ning waved her hand, and the group half-dragged the proprietress away.

Ling Xiao found Cheng Yu's location in the crowd again, made a gesture secretly, and Cheng Yu left.

With everything resolved cleanly, Aning's convoy was finally able to continue its journey.