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"You don't have a sister-in-law." Mo Wen's mind was still lingering on the scenes from last night's dream.
"In my opinion, that barbaric woman with the surname Zhu would be quite suitable as a sister-in-law." Zhu Xiaohong had already confirmed that he was interested in his boss, but whether his boss felt the same way, he didn't know. His boss didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask.
"Hey! You little brat haven't even transformed into a Divine Beast yet, and you're already acting smart? Are you trying to set me up?" Mo Wen finally realized that this kid was trying to trap him. "Do you even understand what love is?"
"I don't understand, but according to the stories, you look like someone whose wife has been stolen today." Xiao Hei continued eating, oblivious to his boss's gaze.
"Alright, enough of this nonsense. I want to seriously tell you that I'm not troubled by women." Mo Wen had no interest in bantering with Xiao Hei; he was still pondering how to resolve the issues from his dream.
"Boss, do you have some confusion? Why not talk to This Divine Beast?" Taking the risk of angering his boss by mentioning the sister-in-law thing was just an attempt to pull him out of that strange state. Since this tactic clearly wasn't working, he decided to ask directly. "My master once told me that cultivation should follow its natural course; being anxious won't help." Seeing Mo Wen's furrowed brow tightening further, he added, "What else did your master tell you?"
Hearing Xiao Hei mention Old Qilin sparked a glimmer of hope in Mo Wen; perhaps he could solve his problem through Xiao Hei's teachings.
"My master told me a lot. It depends on what situation you're facing. You might as well share it with me; I can think about whether my master mentioned anything relevant." Excited at the prospect of being able to help his boss, Xiao Hei felt that even if he couldn't find an answer in his master's teachings, at least he'd know what problem his boss was dealing with and could offer some advice.
Mo Wen was unaware of Xiao Hei's true intentions. He wasn't sure if Old Qilin's teachings covered his situation, but he figured it was worth a try. So he began recounting the scenes from his dream and his confusion.
"Well... your situation was mentioned by my master. You need to find that place in your dream and go there to see if it can be resolved." After pondering for a while without finding an answer, seeing the hopeful look in Boss Mo's eyes, Xiao Hei decided to tell a little lie.
"Did your master really say that?" Mo Wen looked at Xiao Hei suspiciously; this guy had read too many stories and wasn't as innocent as before.
"Absolutely!" Although nervous inside, Xiao Hei replied confidently.
"Alright then, let's head down the mountain tomorrow and see if we can find such a place." This dream had become a knot in his heart. Regardless of whether it was the reason for his stagnation or not, it needed to be resolved, especially since it likely involved his origins.
Sitting in a teahouse and watching the pedestrians outside, Mo Wen had already reached Zhou Cheng after a month but still hadn't gathered any useful information. The details provided by the dream were scant; he could only start from the perspective of weapon crafting families. Every day he frequented weapon shops, but although these shops claimed their weapons were crafted by masters, he could tell that their quality was subpar—he could create better ones himself. How could they possibly be made by masters? He had also searched for the Neural Pavilion but regrettably found that there was none in Snow City.
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