Chapter: 642

Wu Donghai listened with a look of bewilderment, then asked, "Uncle Song, what does it mean for someone to be in truly good health?"

Old Master Song smiled slightly and sighed, "It's only when one returns to the physical state they had 10-15 years ago that it can truly be considered being in great shape."

As he spoke these words, Old Master Song's mind was suddenly filled with the events of today that had turned his understanding upside down, leaving him utterly shocked.

As he returned to Ji Sheng Tang, he had been thinking about this constantly in his heart, and was even worried that he might not be able to experience such a great opportunity himself. He would think, "What if I were to meet someone like that someday? I could at least say I'm not wasting my life." But Wu Donghai didn't know what Old Master Song had gone through; instead, he thought the latter was just joking and said with a laugh, "Well, as they say, flowers can bloom again, people cannot regain youth. Uncle Song, you're yearning for being 10-15 years younger, and I have the same wish, but it's only a wish that cannot come true."

Old Master Song smiled calmly without saying much more.

Wu Donghai thought it was impossible to achieve because he was "sitting in an ivory tower," having never seen someone like Master Ye, who was a real-life dragon among humans. So, there was no need for him to continue discussing this issue with Old Master Song.

Old Master Song then asked him, "Okay, East Sea, how's your second son doing these days?"

Wu Donghai sighed and said, "He's still the same as always; I've tried all sorts of methods, but nothing has changed. I've already sent him back to Suzhou."

As he spoke, Wu Donghai added, "I'm still here with Little Xing because I want to figure out why my second son turned out this way. I suspect he was harmed by someone and may have been subjected to strong psychological manipulation or even some kind of dark magic from Southeast Asia. Don't you know, Uncle Song? Are there any skilled practitioners in Nanjing who are good at this sort of thing?"

Old Master Song shook his head and said, "I've only heard of such things but never seen them with my own eyes; I'm not even sure if they're true or not."

Wu Donghai said sincerely, "These things like descending heads, controlling worms, and raising small spirits are actually real, but they're all some kind of obscure practices. Those who use such methods are mostly petty people or those who seek to become wealthy and influential, just like us big families don't usually bother with this sort of thing."

Old Master Song nodded slightly and said, "Big families like ours believe in feng shui and the art of divination. This is the essence passed down from our Chinese ancestors. As for those Southeast Asian trash talk, I'm really not impressed."

Wu Donghai said, "It seems we haven't found even a single lead yet. In such circumstances, finding that behind-the-scenes hand will be quite difficult, I fear."

After saying this, Wu Donghai clasped his hands and said, "Uncle Song, my son and I are preparing to stay in Nanjing for a few more days to thoroughly investigate the related clues. Don't know if Uncle Song is willing to arrange for us to stay at your manor for a few days?"

Old Master Song laughed and said, "The Wu and Song families have been acquaintances for generations. This small matter doesn't require any ceremony. Since you've come, I naturally will fulfill my host's duties and have the servants prepare two guest rooms for you. You're welcome to stay."

The Song family manor is a villa with multiple floors, each having tens of rooms. Inside, there are over eight guest rooms, making it very convenient for Wu's father-son duo to temporarily reside.

Wu Donghai heard these words and immediately looked delighted, hurriedly saying thanks: "Thank you, Uncle Song!"

After saying this, Wu Donghai just pulled his silent son Xing to his side, smiling and said, "Uncle Song, I haven't formally introduced him yet. This is my son, Xing, who will be the next successor of our Wu family."

Wu Xing hastily bowed and said, "I'm Wu Xing, honored to meet you, Uncle Song!"

Song Old Master smiled and nodded, saying, "The Wu family's eldest son and grandson, indeed a paragon of talent!"

Wu Donghai chuckled and said, "Uncle Song, you're too courteous. Your granddaughters are each a gem in their own right, I mean, especially Wen Ting. It's been many years since I've seen her, and when she visited the hospital yesterday, I hardly recognized her! She's become even more beautiful, radiant, and mature."

Song Old Master laughed and said, "Wen Ting may appear mature and accomplished, but in her heart, she's still a little girl."

Wu Donghai nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Uncle Song, Wen Ting is getting to the age where it's time for her to get married. Have you found a suitable husband for her?"

Song Old Master suddenly thought of Ye Chen, but unfortunately, Ye Chen was currently still the betrothed of Xiao's daughter, Xiao Rou, and their relationship with his granddaughter had yet to progress, so he could only say, "I haven't found a husband for Wen Ting. She's not that old, so there's no need to rush."

Wu Donghai hastily said, "Uncle Song, this is something that should be taken care of. Time passes quickly, and if we don't do anything now, it'll be too late next year or the year after. By then, she might already be over 30 and have children." JrNovels.com