"Reincarnation?"
Uncle Lin Yong repeated this word in his heart, a complex and indescribable look in his eyes.
He was now an old man in his eighties, his face lined with wrinkles, just like his sister, reaching the age where they needed to consider matters for the time after their passing.
"Cousin Lin Yuanwang."
Jiang Ding looked at Lin Yuanwang.
He was currently at the peak of Qi Practicing, and over the years, even with less than outstanding maintenance, he still appeared to be in his thirties or forties, but with a faint presence of wrinkles and the aura of Magic-Level mana.
"Foundation Building, how are your preparations?"
Jiang Ding asked.
He knew that aside from himself, his paternal grandparents cared for the other grandson just as much, giving the same love, without differentiation based on excellence.
And at this time, when life was nearing its end, they still held concerns.
