In this dilapidated courtyard, Chu Mo looked at Xu Nan, who, despite wearing a fitted dress, exuded a boyish aura, and slightly frowned as he said, "Since you have a messaging board and know about the outside world, do you understand what giving up this time means?"
Without waiting for Xu Nan to reply, he continued, "My father is here and I will definitely send people to guard this place, but cultivating with them is not the same as cultivating with me. Do you understand?"
Xu Nan looked at Chu Mo, grinned—a grin indistinguishable from that of a boy—and looked up at him, "I know, don't worry, Brother, I won't regret it. Even if I can't become a powerful cultivator in this lifetime, I will have no regrets. Since you're not around, let me take care of old dad. And Brother..."
"Hmm?" Chu Mo looked at Xu Nan.
Xu Nan said solemnly, "Don't send anyone here."
"Why?" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow.