Mu Yun's shrewdness was no larger than his eyes; arguing with him was pointless. You turned to look at Mu Xishan and asked, "Professor Du, you called me here in such a hurry, is there something important?"
Mu Xishan didn't answer directly. Instead, he gave you a once-over and said with a smile, "It's been more than a decade since we last met, and you're looking more and more like your father."
Hmm?
Hearing this, your eyes involuntarily twitched, and you immediately asked, "You knew my father?"
Mu Xishan nodded with a smile and turned to walk over to a glass cabinet, lowered his head to look at the exquisitely made Kui Dragon, Lufang Zun, and murmured wistfully, "Time is a knife that ages us all; it's been nineteen years since the Kui Dragon, Lufang Zun was unearthed. You're eighteen this year, aren't you?"
You didn't speak but strode forward, placing a hand on Mu Xishan's shoulder. In that moment, several images flashed through your mind.
