"The Drunken Madman still seemed a bit worried; after saying this, he offered a few more admonitions before turning to leave."
Watching the Drunken Madman depart, Mo Yang lowered his gaze to the jade pendant in his hand, a nameless warmth welling up in his chest.
Though he had never known the love of a father or mother since childhood, he seemed exceptionally fortunate along his journey—not only had he met two masters who treated him as their own, but he had also encountered several senior brothers and sisters who were like family, ensuring that even when walking alone, he never felt lonely.
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