Zhuo Zhengxiu, hearing what Zhuo Junyue said, had no choice.
"That's right, we always have to consider An An's future. We believe she will learn a lot with the spiritual tribe."
"Dad, I'm heading off now. In a couple of days when preparations are complete, we'll set off. This time, I don't want to bring too many people."
"Okay, go rest."
After Zhuo Junyue left, Zhuo Zhengxiu sighed softly, only hoping that, as the old lady said, the journey would be startling but safe.
Zhuo Junyue strode into his master bedroom, only to find that the little one was not in the room.
He thought for a moment, then turned and entered An An's room.
Indeed, Zhuo Junyue saw a large suitcase; Ningyan was arranging clothes for An An.
Thinking about An An having to train for three years with the spiritual tribe, she also felt anxious.
She herself was about to go search for the antidote and couldn't be by her side, which left her uneasy.
