As always, Ming Yi had dinner together at the table.
However, that evening, after dinner, Ming Yi walked up to Lin Xiao and lowered his voice.
"Brother Xiao, I need to go back for a few days."
"You finally know to go back?" Lin Xiao was not surprised at all.
The demise of the Joyful Teaching must have held immense significance for Ming Yi.
For others, it was merely fulfilling their duty to resolve a series of cults, adding to Zhu Guangyu's accomplishments, and saving many lost souls.
But for Ming Yi, it was different.
This was because the core members of the Joyful Teaching were from the Ning family, and more accurately, all the elders were from the Ning family.
Ming Yi would undoubtedly have to return now. He needed to inform his family, and besides, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Regardless of anything else, the bodies still needed to be taken back.
"Yes. It's unavoidable."
Ming Yi sighed deeply. Ever since he gained the title of Ming Yi, he had never thought of returning. That home had been too cold for him.
But at this moment, he had to return. There were things he needed to face.
He was Ming Yi, and he was also a Ning family member.
"Go ahead... Greet your father for me and bring him a gift," Lin Xiao said. "After all, I am now considered a descendant of the Ning family."
"That's precisely what I need to discuss with my father properly... Brother Xiao, he's quite old-fashioned. I'm afraid some unpleasant things might happen," Ming Yi said with worry, unsure of what awaited him.
In order to survive, he had taught Lin Xiao all of the Ning family's Three Skills and Six Arts that he could. Of course, Lin Xiao had learned them, and not only learned them, but mastered them.
This was what he found most bizarre.
He had always been known as the most talented person of his generation in the Ning family, only to encounter Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao had mastered the Three Skills almost overnight. As for the Six Arts, he had mastered them in less than a third of the time it took him.
He had even mastered them more thoroughly than Ming Yi himself. Combined with the Lin family's heritage, Lin Xiao's medical skills had reached a level that Ming Yi could not even assess.
"It's alright, relax. If anything, let him come find me... I've already learned it. Is he going to cripple me now?" Lin Xiao was not overly worried. "Communication is necessary. And when you tell him that I helped you clear the house, your father should be a little more understanding and won't dwell on these trivial matters of mine."
"I hope so."
Ming Yi felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.
He could only pray in secret. As Lin Xiao said, if some matters were not addressed, they would truly remain unresolved knots.
"Come, come... I'll get a bottle of 'Niulan Shan' and we'll have a good drink tonight." With that, Lin Xiao got up to get the wine.
This was also one of the things Ming Yi had found puzzling these past few days.
"Brother Xiao, I'm very curious."
"I know you are. Just consider it my peculiar hobby..." Lin Xiao shrugged. When he was in the Northern Frontier, he couldn't get any particularly good wine. It was either homemade grain wine from the locals or strong spirits like Erguotou that they drank in the army.
Niulan Shan was also one of his habits.