The morning quickly came, as cultivators, Mo Xie, Shang Ting, and Tanya didn't need to sleep and had just cultivated throughout the night.
The group arrived at midnight and immediately rested.
As Mo Xie headed out of the Ouyang Clan, he was greeted by his Mo Family's disciple and Aiqing and Vielka.
"You need more money?" Mo Xie asked.
Aiqing smiled: "Father, we need to talk about something."
"Hmmm?" Mo Xie couldn't help but be confused, Aiqing's tone is rather serious, and this is the first time that it had happened since she was born.
"What is it?"
Aiqing chuckled: "Father, what age do you think I am at now?"
Hearing this, Mo Xie frowned deeper, because... normally, the age for a cultivator to go carve their own path is at 14, and those sheltered ones without a future never leave their nest.
This is something even Mo Xie believed himself.
Aiqing smiled: "As I thought, father really is wise."