"Second uncle, what about you? do you have anything?" Ling Chuxi asked Ling Ziyun, who had just taken a spirit pill and was currently regulating his breathing. Before they set off, Ling Chuxi had distributed healing panaceas to all the Ling family disciples who had come along. Ling Ziyun had a share as well, so she was not worried about his injuries.
"What? what did you call me?" Ling Ziyun stared blankly for a moment. Ever since he had lost all his face the last time, he had been like a street rat in the Ling family. Anyone who met him would avoid him like the plague. He had not heard the words 'second uncle' for a long time.
"Second uncle, as long as you can live up to the name of the Ling family and the dignity of the Ling family like you did today, and never give in in the face of a strong enemy, you will always be my second uncle." Ling Chuxi knew what Ling Ziyun was surprised about and said seriously.
