The man in black didn't take Mo Qingchen out through the main gate, but instead entered from a side door.

  Mo Qingchen followed him forward, her eyes couldn't help but glance around everywhere.

  From the outside, it looks extremely ordinary, but inside, it's a different world. Pavilions and kiosks, waterside corridors, hidden among emerald bamboo and cypress trees, large patches of unknown flowers blooming wildly, occasionally people passing by, seeing the man in black robes stop in his tracks, bowing and retreating to one side.

  The man in black robes walked past them with an expressionless face, taking Mo Qingchen with him, leaving Mo Qingchen with a sense of nostalgia. This world was indeed completely different from the other one.

  As I passed through the Moon Gate, a girl in white came walking towards me.

  She was a maiden, but in Mo Qingchen's eyes, she looked like a girl of only ten or so years old, not even as big as Liu Lingzhi. However, this maiden had a slender figure and a face as white as snow, with an added air of mature calmness.

  The girl saw Mo Qingchen and the man in black, her footsteps paused, and she slightly nodded to the man in black: "Fourteenth Uncle." Her voice was like cold jade hitting ice, pleasant yet chilly, without even glancing in Mo Qingchen's direction.

  The man in black clothes, who had previously been expressionless, suddenly smiled and said: "Xiao Jiu, are you going out?"

  The girl known as Little Nine seemed reluctant to speak and merely nodded slightly.

  The man in black robes didn't seem to mind at all and still smiled as he pointed at Mo Qingchen: "This is your seventh uncle's daughter, if nothing unexpected happens, she will be your sixteenth younger sister."

  The young girl glanced over at Mo Qingchen, and saw a small girl staring back at her with big, curious eyes. The girl's delicate features were even more beautiful than the stunning tenth sister, and she couldn't help but take a few more glances. To her surprise, the little girl smiled slightly at her, revealing a pair of adorable dimples.

  The girl nodded slightly at Mo Qingchen and left without saying much.

  Mo Qingchen stared blankly in the direction the girl had left, thinking to himself that this girl was so cold and detached, did she also practice immortal techniques?

  Just as she was thinking about it, she felt the man in black robes gently rubbing her head and said: "Girl, it seems that Xiaojiao and you have a good fate."

  Mo Qingchen's eyes widened in incredulity. Good heavens, they hadn't even exchanged a single word with her, yet they were still talking about fate?

  The man in black seemed to see through Mo Qingchen's thoughts and chuckled: "You don't know, little girl, Xiao Jiu is the most outstanding of your generation. It's not an exaggeration to describe her as exceptionally talented. She has a rare variant ice spirit root, which would be fought over even among the four major sects."

  Muo Qingchen's face was filled with curiosity, and he smiled, saying: "You don't understand now, but you will later. Xiao Jiu is naturally cold and distant, and today she has already treated you differently from others. Let's go, and meet the Patriarch with Fourteen Uncle."

  Mo Qingchu glanced at the man in black and thought to herself that there was still something waiting for her ahead.

  "Girl, don't be afraid. After meeting the patriarch, you will officially become a member of the Mo family. From then on, you will practice with your brothers and sisters." The man in black robes said warmly.

  "Fourteenth Uncle, can everyone cultivate?" Mo Qingchen asked with his face upturned.

  The man in black robes paused slightly and said, "It's not that simple. Only those with spiritual roots can cultivate, but those with spiritual roots are only one in ten thousand. Our Mo family is the same, with many clan members, but every generation, only those with spiritual roots who can cultivate can enter the ranking. However, don't worry, little girl, your father has excellent innate talent as a dual-spiritual-rooted person, so you should be able to come without any issues."

  The man in black robes sighed, cultivators usually choose fellow cultivators as their partners to promote their own cultivation and increase the chances of their offspring having spiritual roots. Seventh Brother's daughter, born from a mortal woman, probably wouldn't have exceptional talent despite his excellent dual spiritual roots.

  With an adult's mindset, Mo Qingchen naturally thought of this point. She first felt a tightening in her heart, then thought that even if she didn't have spiritual roots, would her situation be worse than before?

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and looking at the man in black, he said: "Fourteenth Uncle, then take me to see the clan leader quickly."

  The man in black saw Mo Qingchen's calm and composed expression, but he didn't think she had seen through him. Instead, he thought the little girl was ignorant and instructed her: "Girl, when you see the clan leader, call him Clan Leader Grandfather. The return of descendants is a big deal, your grandfather and Sixth Grandfather should both be there."

  The man in black clothes said no more and quickly pulled Mo Qingchen away.

  Mo Qingchen originally had the intention of asking about his father's affairs, but thinking it over, he thought that there would be plenty of time in the future and so gave up on it.

  Before long, they arrived in front of a grand hall.

  The man in black stopped and said loudly: "Tribe leader, Mo Fourteen is back."

  Mo Qingchen said with a dark tone, it turned out that their titles were also so simple, the Fourteenth Uncle was called Mo Fourteen, then would he be called Mo Sixteen from now on? Wouldn't that be confusing?

  Before Mo Qingchen had time to think much, a low voice came from inside: "Come in." As soon as the words fell, the carved dark red door opened by itself.

  Mo Qingchen only felt that the man in black clothes tightened his grip on her hand and then pulled her inside.

  Mo Qingchen walked slowly into the room with his head bowed low, but the corner of his eye swept across the scene inside.

  Before she could see clearly, a gust of wind blew in, and immediately an old man with a red face stood in front of her, chuckling and saying: "Good granddaughter, you've finally arrived." As he spoke, he reached out to grab her.

  An old man sitting in the middle seat cleared his throat, and the red-faced old man reluctantly stopped and returned to his seat with a sullen expression.

  The originally tense Mo Qingchen had calmed down, and after the old man's interruption, it seemed that they weren't as scary as they had imagined.

  "Fourteen, is this the little girl you've brought back, Mo Qi's daughter?" The elder asked slowly.

  Mo Xi Si bowed with her fists and said: "Tribe leader, she is Seventh Brother's daughter."

  The old man turned his head towards Mo Qingchen and said: "Little girl, what's your name?"

  Mo Qingchen only felt an intangible pressure coming over her, she forced herself to prop up for a bit, but ultimately still knelt down and obediently replied: "Tribe leader grandfather, my name is Ya Tou."

  The old man wrinkled his brow and immediately said, "Lift your head up."

  Mo Qingchen took a deep breath and slowly raised his head to look at the old man.

  The old man slowly sized up Mo Qingchen for a while, seeing that she didn't have the usual shyness and tension of an ordinary little girl under his gaze, and couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart, thinking that after all, she was Mo Qi's daughter. Thinking of Mo Qi again, he let out a sigh, what a pity.

  "Pure and clean, untainted by worldly dust, shining bright like the moon. Since you've come from the mundane world, let's call you Qingchen." The old man said slowly.

  Mo Qingchen's eyes welled up with tears, and he bowed down, his forehead touching the ground, saying respectfully: "Thank you, Patriarch, for giving me a name." A single tear fell.

  Mo Qingchen, Mo Qingchen. She never thought that one day she would be able to use this name again with dignity and integrity. At this moment, she was truly grateful to them.

  The old man's eyes were incredibly sharp, clearly seeing the tears that had fallen from Qingchen's eyes. He thought to himself that this little girl must have suffered a lot, not even having a proper name. However, as a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage, he naturally wouldn't show any emotion over such a trivial matter. Instead, he calmly said: "Qingchen, come here and let me take a look at whether you have a spiritual root."

  Rao was always calm and collected, but upon hearing this sentence, his heart couldn't help but beat faster.