"So you mean to say, my cousin still can't cultivate his spirit?" Lin Caisang raised an eyebrow and glanced at Sui Zimo before asking.
Since neither of them could cultivate their spirit, that was actually fine—at least they were both starting from the same line. Even if Lin Chushui went to the Illusion Continent, he wouldn't be looked down upon too much.
"Yes," Yue Chong replied.
Thinking of the child who wasn't his own flesh and blood, Yue Chong wanted to hate him but simply couldn't. He could only sigh and shake his head.
"That child really has bad luck, to be framed like this by his own mother!"
"Uncle Yue, what do you mean by that?" Lin Caisang asked, confused.
Even if the two children had been switched, her cousin had enjoyed more than a decade of good fortune, hadn't he? At worst, if it were discovered, he'd just be sent back here, so what was the big deal?
"This..."
As the conversation turned to this matter, Yue Chong became somewhat embarrassed.
