Not Impossible

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mo Ze answered, his deep gaze fell on his daughter's body, looking at the little one giggling and playing there, he couldn't help but be slightly lost in thought, and in his mind, he recalled what that monk said that time.

Leng Shuang saw him sitting and thinking about things, the tea on the table had also cooled down, so he made another cup of tea for him, the tea had just been put down, when he heard footsteps coming from outside.

"Master." Leng Shuang turned back and bowed to Feng Jiu.

"Mm." Feng Jiu responded and walked in, her gaze fell on Xuanyuan Mo Ze's body, while her words were addressed to Leng Shuang: "Let them put aside all the matters at hand! We won't go back for now."

Hearing these words, Leng Shuang was stunned for a moment, then responded, "Yes." There was no question as to why, just an obedient execution of the order.