Lin Mo looked at Lin Shanshan and said, "Whatever decision you make, I will support you."
Lin Shanshan looked at Lin Mo, bowed her head hesitating for a while, then lifted her head and looked at Du Li.
"I am willing to go back with you," Lin Shanshan said, biting her thin lips as if she had made up her mind.
Du Li and Mr. Huang beside him were both momentarily stunned, not expecting Lin Shanshan to agree so readily. Du Li burst into laughter and said, "Shanshan, going back with me, I will definitely compensate you."
"You have to promise to come with me to my mother's grave and apologize to her," Lin Shanshan continued.
A look of sorrow appeared on Du Li's face, and his lips turned bitter as he said, "Of course, I owe her too much."
Lin Mei's eyes reddened, and she covered her mouth, trying hard not to let her emotions crumble.
Lin Mo sighed deeply—of all the words in the world, love is the most hurtful. And this 'love' encompasses not just romantic love, but also familial love and friendship.
"Mom, don't worry, I will definitely come back to see you," Lin Shanshan said softly, holding Lin Mei's hand.
Lin Mei wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and calmed her turbulent emotions, saying, "Shanshan, Mom believes in you, and I won't selfishly keep you by my side. If the Du Family treats you badly, you must tell me."
"Okay," Lin Shanshan nodded.
Even Lin Mo hadn't expected Lin Shanshan to agree so quickly—did she have some concerns?
However, Du Li was her biological father. Neither Lin Mo nor Lin Mei at the time could deprive Lin Shanshan of her relationship with her biological father.
The next day, Lin Mo, along with Lin Mei and Shanshan, went to the largest cemetery in Hong City, where a tombstone engraved with Liu Ruming was notably unobtrusive.
With a drizzle falling from the sky, a group of suited bodyguards held umbrellas over Du Li, Lin Mei, Lin Shanshan, and Lin Mo standing in front of the tomb.
The picture on the tombstone had already faded and yellowed, but one could still see it was a beautiful girl.
"Mom..." Lin Shanshan sobbed, unable to speak, and placed white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone: "Mom, I've finally come to see you."
Wiping away tears, Lin Mei sighed and said, "Shanshan, I've been too selfish. I should have told you all about this long ago, but you were too young then, and I didn't want to disturb your heart with this matter."
"I'm sorry, Ruming, I owe you too much. I blame my youthful ignorance for not considering many things and not realizing how much I hurt you," Du Li, with a sad expression and clenched fists, said.
"But now I have the strength to control my own destiny, and I will take Shanshan to my side and treat her well from now on. Don't worry."
Lin Shanshan wiped her tears, stood up, and looking through misty eyes at Lin Mei, said, "Mom, you have always been my mom. For my sake, you never remarried. I will come back to see you."
"Yes, remember to come back, child," Lin Mei hugged Lin Shanshan reluctantly.
After speaking, Lin Shanshan followed Du Li and walked toward the cemetery's exit.
"Auntie, don't be sad, Shanshan has grown up," Lin Mo consoled.
Lin Mei nodded and said, "I hope Du Li truly realizes his mistakes and will treat Shanshan well."
After staying in Hong City for a few days, Lin Mo took a trip to a villa in Shu Province.
Among the villa on Yangjing Mountain, having returned from Flood Dragon Valley, Lin Mo brought back many spirit grass seeds which would be almost impossible to find on Earth. He had to find a way to cultivate them, otherwise, it would be a terrible waste.
Even if he did not need them now, Xia Mengdie, Yingzi, and his parents would need them in the future.
So, the first thing Lin Mo did upon returning to Shu Province was to find a way to cultivate these seeds. Fortunately, he possessed an alchemy technique, and his mastery in alchemy was unmatched.
In alchemy, the most important aspect was cultivating spirit grass.
However, spirit grass undoubtedly needed to grow in a Blessed Cave with an abundance of spiritual energy.
"It looks like I need to set up a better Spirit Gathering Array."
Lin Mo muttered to himself.
His trip to Flood Dragon Valley had made him realize that there were an unknown number of such hidden places on Earth. If he could obtain the resources from these places, his cultivation could greatly improve.
A year ago, Lin Mo hadn't had many resources and had only set up a basic Spirit Gathering Array.
Now, two years later, he had many treasures in his hand, and to cultivate his own medicine garden, he naturally needed to set up a more powerful Spirit Gathering Array.
Within a week's time, Lin Mo had materials delivered. With so many families in Shu Province relying on him now, Lin Family, along with Die Mo Pharmaceutical, getting some things had become countless times easier than before.
Thousand-year-old Fire Stone from beneath a volcano, Cold Iron Stone from the Siberian polar region, and top-grade jade, flowed into the villa on Yangjing Mountain like water.
"Activate!"
Lin Mo closed his eyes. He continuously cast spells with his hands, and golden runes danced in the void, soon coalescing together. Thirty-six beams of golden light arose from the corners of the villa, instantly forming an arc, converging above Lin Mo's head like a small umbrella protecting the villa.
Lin Mo cast the final spell, and all the golden runes finally gathered together, then surged into a centuries-old Spiritual Parasol Tree brought from Beihai.
All the light vanished, and tranquility returned to the courtyard.
But almost all of the spiritual energy in Shu Province continuously converged towards Yangjing Mountain villa, thickening into fog, condensing into water.
This phenomenon in the courtyard happened because the spiritual energy had reached a certain density and formed white fog or condensed into dew.
"This place can barely be considered a Blessed Cave now, huh?"
A smile appeared on Lin Mo's face.
Lin Mo carefully planted the spirit grass seeds into the soil and watered them with spirit water while he himself sat down nearby to cultivate.
The Spirit Gathering Array he had set up now was by no means weaker than the one inside Flood Dragon Valley, so Lin Mo also settled down to cultivate.
Early spring had arrived. The trees were budding new leaves, the snow had melted, and a spring breeze caressed his face. Although it still carried a hint of coolness, the cold energy was gone.
After a period of secluded cultivation, Lin Mo looked at the spirit grass that had sprouted in the medicine garden, a smile appearing on his face.
"I should also go out for a walk," Lin Mo took a deep breath and stood up.
Now that he had reached such a realm, merely relying on the spiritual energy gathered here for cultivation was actually not enough. More importantly, he had been trying to find a cure for Xia Mengdie's illness, but he had dismissed several methods, the risks being too great. Although Lin Mo's strength was now formidable, Xia Mengdie's constitution was truly unusual.
"Huaxia is vast, with countless myths, legends, and mysterious places. If I search, I am sure I can find it," Lin Mo thought, frowning.