"Calm down!"
Hong Zhisha shouted.
In an instant, the dazed look in the clone's eyes gradually cleared up.
"This was your father's idea!"
"It's to give you hope, so that you can focus completely on cultivation!"
After saying this, he paused for a moment, his face turning sorrowful, "Given your father's current situation, even a World Spirit wouldn't work. I guess...only the Heaven-Reaching Bamboo offers any hope."
"What! Heaven-Reaching Bamboo! Uncle, you said you know where it is, tell me, no matter how difficult it is, I'll definitely get it for my father."
The clone was extremely agitated at this moment, tightly gripping Hong Zhisha's shoulders.
The gaze was intensely fixed on him.
"You...!"
Hong Zhisha felt overwhelmed seeing him act this way.
Xiao Ming indeed has a good son.
But that place...it's really hard to say right now!
"Wait for uncle for three months, by then, no matter what, I will tell you!"
