Mo Danyan listened to Mo Qingchen's words and waved his hand, saying: "Eat first, if your father knew you were going to see him on an empty stomach, he would scold you."

  Mo Qingchen had no choice but to obediently have dinner with Mo Danyan, while Yunzhi stood beside them refilling their bowls and chopsticks. No matter how much Mo Qingchen asked her to join them, she refused to agree, until finally Mo Qingchen could only follow her.

  After dinner, Yun Chi first served tea to her grandson and grandmother, then turned around and went into the house to fetch a rose-purple cloak.

  "Huh, Yunzhi sister, where did this windbreaker come from? It seems to fit perfectly." Mo Qingchen asked while stroking the soft fabric of the windbreaker.

  Yun Chi lowered her head slightly, while tying Mo Qingchen's belt and said: "It was Yun Chi who went to the embroidery house today to pick them up. There are four sets of skirts, two pieces of cloak, undergarments..."

  Mo Qingchen had already seen through the wonders of cultivating immortality and was no longer very interested in these mundane things, but he listened casually, his mind preoccupied with going to offer sacrifices to her father's grave.

  Not to mention that the original girl had never seen her own father, Mo Qingchen, who had a grown-up soul, would find it even harder to have any feelings for someone she had never met before. She just felt that, in terms of emotions and etiquette, he was after all the father of this body, so she should go pay her respects.

  At this time, Yunzhi came again with a small flower basket made of green rattan, and the basket was full of yellow paper incense sticks and other things.

  Mo Qingchen suddenly felt extremely fortunate to have a spiritual root, even if it was of poor quality. After all, he had obtained an opportunity to transcend the mundane world.

  Mo Danyan took the small flower basket, and with a flick of his hand, the basket disappeared into thin air. He grasped Mo Qingchen's hand with his large hand, and with each step, they traversed several zhang. This was precisely the Wind Control Technique that could be cultivated at the third layer of Qi Refining.

  The sun had completely set at this time, but the sky was still bright with a white light, and a faint crescent moon quietly peeked out.

  Mo Qingchen followed Grandfather through the layered moon gate, around the weeping willows surrounding Mirror Lake, and quickly headed towards the back mountain.

  The mountain path was muddy from the recent rain, so Mo Da Xian picked up Mo Qingchen and used his Wind Chasing Technique to walk on it without touching the ground, leaving only a faint footprint.

  The sound of the wind filled his ears, and the summer night still had a sultry air, but walking at such a speed on the mountain path made him feel refreshed by the night breeze.

  "Ah Niang, we're here." Mo Qingchen closed his eyes, already slightly drowsy, when he heard Mo Dayan's call.

  Mo Qingchen opened his eyes, scanning the surroundings, only to see that the entire mountain was filled with all sorts of wildflowers in full bloom. Under the moonlight, they shone brightly, and on one side, there was a dense forest. The night wind blew gently, causing countless leaves to rustle softly, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The moonlight was like a silk ribbon, illuminating the scene before him, a mysterious and serene expanse of green tombs that defied description.

  "Wooo——" Whether it was the wind or the low hum of birds and beasts in the mountains, it sounded extremely clear in this rarely visited mountain.

  Mo Qingchen subconsciously shrugged his shoulders.

  "Little one, are you scared?" Mo Danyan patted Mo Qingchen's head.

  Mo Qingchen smiled and said: "Originally was afraid, but with Grandpa here, Mo Qingchen is not afraid."

  Mo Qingchen said calmly, but it made Mo Danyan feel comforted in his heart. He pulled Mo Qingchen's hand and said: "Girl, this is where your father rests."

  Mo Qingchen followed Mo Danyan's pointing direction and saw that the tomb on the far left was not covered with green grass like other tombs, but was bare and had a slightly darker soil color, with a hint of moisture, indicating that it was newly built. In front of it stood a small stone tablet, engraved with a few words: "The 26th generation of the Mo family, Mo Xiao's position."

  Mo Danyan slowly squatted down, took out a yellow paper, and ignited it with a bright yellow flame on his fingertips. He muttered to himself: "Xiao'er, your daughter has come to see you, her name is Qingchen, isn't that a good name? It was given by your third uncle. You should be at ease now. As your father, I will take good care of the child. Alright, I won't say more to you, my son. The child has been practicing for a day and is tired. Tomorrow morning, she'll have to go to Chaoyang Hall again. Have you forgotten how you used to rush to Chaoyang Hall every day like a little calf? You'd say that after eating well and sleeping well, you wouldn't lose in a fight..."

  Mo Qingchen listened to Mo Danyan's nagging words, and couldn't help but feel a sense of indescribable emotion. This old man always gave people such an optimistic feeling, but no matter what, it couldn't make up for the pain of losing a child in old age.

  She knelt down, neatly kowtowed several times, and said: "Dad, my name is Qingchen, I am your daughter. Eighth Aunt said that I don't look like you at all, but I think I am the flesh and blood of Mom and Dad, and Dad will recognize me at a glance. Qingchen has kowtowed to you, they say that Qingchen's talent is not good, but Qingchen promises to you that she will practice hard and won't lose in fights with others."

  Mo Qingchen said, taking out a fragrant incense stick that had been prepared earlier and inserting it into the incense burner in front of the grave. The smoke wafted gently upwards.

  Mo Danyan listened to Mo Qingchen's childish but sincere words, and his eyes finally couldn't help but get wet.

  At this moment, a gust of wind blew in, blowing the yellow paper that had not been burned out of the basin into a whirlwind. The yellow paper was then blown into the air, drifting and dispersing in all directions.

  Mo Qingchen felt an inexplicable sense of eeriness and looked up at Mo Daren.

  Mo Danyan was calm and collected, pulling Mo Qingchen along: "Girl, it's getting late, let's head back. Your father is fine here, don't worry too much about him in the future, this is just a formality."

  Mo Qingchen murmured "uh-huh" and stood up, tightly grasping Mo Dajian's hand.

  The old man and his grandson were just about to leave when a mournful cry suddenly echoed through the forest.

  Mo Qingdun's body stiffened, thinking he had misheard, but then another burst of sobbing sounds came continuously, the voice was sharp and mournful, with a kind of gasping breath sound that was clearly audible in the quiet mountains.

  It's a woman's cry!

  Mo Qingchen suddenly lifted her head, and before she could speak, she felt a dizziness in front of her eyes. She felt herself being swept off the ground by Mo Daxian, with the sound of rushing wind constantly in her ears, mixed with the intermittent, increasingly distant sound of a woman's crying, quickly fading away.

  In less time than it took to speak, Mo Daxian brought her back home.

  Yun Zhi said with a smile: "Fifth Master, Miss, you're back!"

  The words had barely left his lips when Mo Daren pushed Mo Qingchen into her arms, saying: "Yunzhi, take care of the young lady, I'll be right back." Before he had even finished speaking, he vanished from sight.

  Mo Qing dust's heel touched the ground, and she rubbed her forehead in shock. She looked around dazedly and saw Yun Zhi's shocked face, saying "Sister Yun Zhi".

  "Miss, what's this?" Yunzhi asked.

  Mo Qingchen finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I don't know either, I was suddenly carried back by Grandfather. Yunzhi sister, I want to wash up and rest."

  Yun Zhi gazed at Mo Qingchen's slightly pale face, knowing that some things weren't for her to ask about. She turned around and went out to fetch some clear water, then attended to Mo Qingchen as she washed up.

  After all the trouble, Mo Qingchen finally lay on her own soft big bed, she let out a comfortable sigh, thinking of what had just happened, and couldn't help but feel numbness in her scalp.

  Where did grandfather go?

  Who is the woman crying in the woods?

  These problems troubled Mo Qingchen, who couldn't sleep and kept tossing and turning. She reached into her bosom and pulled out a wine gourd, taking a big swig, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, what's going on here?!"