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"Mother, why do you seem like you can\'t wait for me to leave?" Ling Chuxi said half-jokingly.

"Silly child, why would I want you to leave? if it\'s possible, I would like us to be together every day and not be separated for hundreds or thousands of years. But you still have your own path to walk. You can\'t stay on endless peak forever. The longer you stay, the more I miss you." Ling Fenghua said sadly.

"Then I won\'t leave." Ling Chuxi almost blurted it out, but in the end, she managed to hold it in.

Her mother was right. She still had her own path to walk, and she also had her own responsibilities. She promised that for her mother and the Ling family, she would definitely take up this responsibility.

"Mother, I have another painting here. Take a look. Does it belong to our Ling family?" Ling Linxi said as she took out the scroll she had obtained from the Xu family\'s Treasury in the small realm heaven.

At that time, everyone felt that the back of the figure in the painting was somewhat similar to her. Ling Chuxi herself also felt an inexplicable sense of closeness and thought that it was an antique of the Ling family, so she brought it over for her mother to identify. At the same time, she also found a reason to spend more time with her mother.

The moment he saw the scroll, Ling Fenghua\'s body trembled and the hand that was holding the scroll began to tremble.

"Where did you get this painting?" Ling Fenghua grabbed Ling Chuxi\'s hand and said anxiously.

"A minor realm heaven, a family of refiners with the surname Xu." Ling Chuxi could clearly feel her mother\'s anxiety. Her mother\'s nails were even digging into the back of Ling Chuxi\'s hand. Ling Chuxi\'s heart also became nervous.

"Small realm heaven, an aristocratic family of refining. How is this possible? impossible, absolutely impossible ..." Ling Fenghua mumbled, his expression filled with hesitation.

"Mother, what exactly is this painting ..." Ling Chuxi carefully asked.

"No, no, it\'s not this painting, not this one!" Ling Fenghua did not answer Ling Chuxi\'s question. He caressed the painting and looked at it inch by inch without blinking. He refused to let go of any detail and suddenly said in surprise. His expression also became relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

After saying this, Ling Fenghua noticed that Ling Chuxi was looking at him with a nervous and worried expression.

"I\'m sorry to have made you worry, Chuxi. " Ling Fenghua said apologetically,"your father has a similar painting with him. It\'s an heirloom of the Chu family and your father has been keeping it with him. That\'s why I lost my composure when I saw this painting."

"Then isn\'t this one?" Ling Chuxi finally understood why her mother was so nervous and so lost. If this painting was really his father\'s precious family heirloom, it would never fall into the hands of an outsider unless something unexpected happened. Fortunately, what his mother said was almost exactly the same. In other words, this was not the one in his father\'s hands.

"No, absolutely not. The Mithril used in this scroll is completely different from the one in your father\'s hands. There are also some subtle differences in the painting. If it was someone else, I\'m afraid they wouldn\'t be able to tell, but mother had looked at this painting carefully out of curiosity, so I can tell. " Ling Fenghua said in a relaxed manner.

"Then where did this painting come from?" Ling Chuxi asked curiously.

"The Chu clan\'s ancestor was from the Qing-Yun realm. Anyway, this is definitely the Chu clan \'s, and it\'s also your family heirloom, so you should keep it well. " Ling Fenghua said.

Ling Chuxi did as she was told and kept the scroll.

"Then, I\'ll be leaving." What should be left, must be left. Even if she was extremely reluctant, Ling Chuxi had no choice but to leave.

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