Growing Up

Shen Lang had been a prodigy since he was young.

As he grew older, he became smarter.

"Bai Wan is already dead. It's just that we haven't been able to find her body. My uncle wanted to see her alive or dead. He refused to believe that she was dead. Therefore, this favor is very easy. The Yuan King only needs to find a skeleton from more than 20 years ago, build a grave, and make up a story."

Shen Lang had seen his uncle being trapped by love and drowning in his sorrow. He was an indomitable man with red eyes as if he had been injured all over. The hurt in his heart had not healed for more than 20 years.

Every time he opened the bloody wound, it would only hurt like this.

Because he couldn't find the spiritual medicine that could heal his wound.

To be honest, Mo Beiyuan disdained to lie.

Moreover, he did not think that Shen Lang's move would be of any use to that infatuated Xuanyuan Yu.