Chapter 902 The Son’s Commission

Author: September Fireworks

Jun Wumo looked at the Holy Son clasping his fists and said, "I am not as good as others, I am making you laugh."

The Holy Son shook his head and said: "You are the first person in the entire Holy Land who can play chess with me to this level, so there is no need to belittle yourself."

Jun Wumo smiled and said nothing more.

Over the next few days the Son became somewhat intriguing.

He would play chess with Jun Wumo every two days. Sometimes, he would play five or six games a day.

Several times Jun Wumo proposed to leave, but was blocked by the Holy Son.

Jun Wumo even suspected that the Holy Son had already become suspicious of him, and privately sent people back to southern Xinjiang to investigate him.

But it doesn't look like much.

On this day, the Holy Son once again approached Jun Wumo to play chess.

After a game of chess was played, Jun Wumo looked at the Holy Son and asked, "Sir, do you have anything you want to give me?"

"If there is anything I can do, I will definitely do my best to help."

The Holy Son sighed softly and said: "It seems that you have noticed it."

He waved his hand, and someone came up and took the chessboard down.

At this time, the two of them were sitting in the pavilion.

There was no one around at least within a hundred meters, and their voices would not be heard.

He whispered: "My life is not long. Strictly speaking, I only have about half a year left."

"Originally, I got the night ghost grass. I thought that with the night ghost grass to extend my life, I could live for at least a few more decades."

"But unfortunately, it has not been possible so far."

"I'm not sure whether the night ghost grass can work."

"Everything only comes from written records, and has never been truly realized."

"So I can't place all my hopes on Night Ghost Grass."

Jun Wumo probably guessed what he was going to do, and he clasped his fists and said, "I heard that you have chosen the successor of the Holy Son. Now that you have no worries, you can go for the breakthrough treatment with peace of mind."

"For those of us who practice martial arts, nothing is natural or inevitable. We can just do our best and obey fate."

The Holy Son shook his head and said: "I'm not afraid of death, it's just..."

At this point, he sighed heavily again and added softly: "I'll tell you the truth."

"Because you are not from our headquarters, that's why I say this to you from the bottom of my heart."

"In fact, many years ago, I wanted to pass on the title of Holy Son to my son. But unfortunately, my son disappeared."

Jun Wumo asked with wide eyes: "Didn't you say that your son was wandering around the world and refused to come back?"

The Holy Son waved his hand and said, "That's what we say to the outside world. There's no reason why we won't come back."

"But I couldn't find him at all."

"He has been missing for more than 10 years. No one knows where he is or what he looks like now."

"I only know that he has a birthmark on his body, and his appearance is 50 or 60% similar to mine. I'm not sure about the rest."

"It's hard to even say what he's become now."

"I have been searching for his whereabouts for these years, but I have not been able to find him yet."

"The replacement candidate I am looking for this time for the Holy Son was someone I found among my disciples. But I don't have much contact with this person, and after several trials I found him a bit unfathomable."

"I'm not sure what will happen to the Holy Land if it falls into his hands, but I can't find my son, so this is what worries me."
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