Eventually, the old man in the hemp robe took Mo Fan and Ye Xuan to his home.
On the way.
"You're still keeping this grandson?" Ye Xuan saw the old man in the hemp robe still carrying Mo Fan on his back and couldn't help but frown.
Without turning his head, the old man in the hemp robe replied, "If you can help this old man restore his cultivation, keeping him won't have any impact, right?"
"That's true," Ye Xuan said with a slight smile, and did not say anything more.
If this old man in the hemp robe were to regain his strength, this Mo Fan would merely be a Grotto Heaven, and even if he were stronger, the old man could crush him with one finger.
Moreover, he always felt that the presence of Mo Fan might have another layer of meaning.
Otherwise, given the identity of this old man as the Family Head of the Mo family, he wouldn't have spared Mo Fan.
As for the specific reason.
It's hard to say.
"What is your name?" the old man in the hemp robe suddenly asked.
