Yao Xuanhang eagerly wanted to lend a hand to Jiangli, offering assistance. When he heard Jiangli's response, he felt a bit disheartened, "Alright then, Abbot, if there's anything I can help with, please contact me at any time; I will be at your beck and call!"
Hearing his pledge of loyalty, Jiangli replied with a faint smile, "We'll talk about it later."
After hanging up, Jiangli rubbed his chin and handed the phone back to Xia Xin.
"By the way, Ancestor," Xia Xin took the phone and asked, "Is there any chance that the ashes from the Fu Family last time could be Lin Yurong's?"
Xia Xin remembered that the whereabouts of the ashes still seemed to be unresolved.
Jiangli, however, asserted with certainty, "It's not."
Xia Xin paused, "... Have you found out?"
"Need to investigate?" Jiangli gave him a look of disbelief, "If it were Lin Yurong's, I would have recognized it the first time I saw her."
Xia Xin: "..."
It seemed to make sense.
