'Mo Zhaoli is coming?'
Lin Changheng paused, deciding to delay his departure from the family to assume his new post.
Thinking back, he and Mo Zhaoli had maintained a correspondence, exchanging one or two letters a year.
They mostly shared news and updates on their lives, occasionally reminiscing about the past.
After all, they hadn't seen each other in a full twenty years.
When they had parted, Mo Zhaoli was only fourteen or fifteen, still just a young girl.
Twenty years was nearly three times as long as the time they had spent together.
Lin Changheng found it incredible that they could still maintain such a close relationship.
In the mortal world, such a long time would have diluted anything, even the bonds of blood.
It was hard to say if their connection would have lasted. It was likely only reinforced by their shared bond with Ink Master and the fact that Lin Changheng had revealed he was a Middle Grade Alchemist capable of refining Masterpiece Pills.
