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Zeng Wenwen, carefree and unconcerned, plopped down next to Zeng Xianyi and grabbed his arm, her curiosity bubbling over. "Grandpa, can you tell me what’s going on? Is Uncle Jiang really that impressive?"
Zeng Wenwen knew that her grandfather held a high position, and anything that could prompt him to take action personally was certainly significant.
"This is a matter of national importance; you’re just a little girl, so don’t be too curious," Zeng Xianyi deflected.
"Grandpa, don’t you trust me? I promise I won’t say anything. Just satisfy your granddaughter’s curiosity a little," Zeng Wenwen persisted, playfully clinging to him.
"Wenwen, be good. Some things are confidential. It’s my duty as your grandfather not to disclose them, even to you," Zeng Xianyi said sternly, his expression serious.
"Fine, fine, if you won’t say it then you won’t say it," Zeng Wenwen replied, her demeanor shifting as she slumped back on the sofa, staring at the ground with a pout, fiddling with her fingers and mumbling softly.
Seeing his granddaughter like this, Zeng Xianyi couldn’t help but shake his head in exasperation. Among all his grandchildren, Zeng Wenwen was the most mischievous. He truly couldn’t fathom why Ling Mingzi would choose her as a disciple.
Perhaps envisioning his playful granddaughter as a Daoist made Zeng Xianyi smile despite himself.
"Wenwen, I called you here because I have some good news to share," he said, his tone taking on an air of mystery.
"What good news?" Zeng Wenwen perked up immediately.
"Do you remember what I mentioned yesterday?" Zeng Xianyi asked with a smile.
"What about? It wouldn’t be about becoming a Daoist, would it?" Zeng Wenwen asked in confusion.
Zeng Xianyi nodded.
"But didn’t we already find out that none of us are suited to be Daoists? What’s the good news in that?" Zeng Wenwen’s interest waned instantly.
"Originally, Master Ling Mingzi didn’t have any interest in you all, but today there has been a turn of events. Master Ling Mingzi has decided to take one disciple from among you," Zeng Xianyi said with a broad smile.
Zeng Wenwen’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"Grandpa, the Daoist isn’t considering me as a disciple, is he?" she exclaimed in disbelief.
"That’s the good news I wanted to share with you," Zeng Xianyi confirmed with a nod.
Zeng Wenwen felt utterly crushed; this was not good news for her at all.
"Grandpa, is there some mistake? I’m just a girl; how can I be a Daoist? Besides, I don’t have the talent for it," she said with a distressed expression.
"It can’t be a mistake. If the Daoist has taken notice of you, it’s your fortune. You should take this opportunity seriously. Originally, I wanted Uncle Jiang to take you all as disciples, but unfortunately, he wasn’t interested. However, being able to follow Master Ling Mingzi is still a great blessing," Zeng Xianyi said earnestly.
He had indeed hoped for Jiang Chen to take his grandchildren under his wing; however, since Jiang Chen showed no interest in that direction, he couldn’t press further. But settling for being under Ling Mingzi was still an excellent option.
"Grandpa, I still want to study! I don’t want to be a Daoist," Zeng Wenwen said cautiously.
"This matter is non-negotiable. You may choose not to study, but you must become a Taoist. In the future, you will understand that everything your grandfather has done today is for your own good, and there is nothing wrong with being a Taoist," Zeng Xianyi said in an unwavering tone.
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