Ding Hongtian returned to the study room in the main courtyard of the palace, closed the door and sat silently in front of the lamp, his eyes filled with anguish. In the room, apart from the occasional crackling sound caused by the burning wick, the only sound left was Ding Hongtian's slight sigh.
After some time passed, the lights gradually died down.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
There was a sudden knock on the door. Ding Hongtian still sat motionless in front of the lamp, with a slightly impatient look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Didn't I tell you not to disturb me? Why..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a creak, the door opened, and a thin, white-haired old man wearing a green shirt pushed the door open and walked in.
Ding Hongtian, who was originally slightly angry, couldn't help but be startled when he saw the old man. He immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Father!"
"Well!" The old man glanced at Ding Hongtian casually, then sat across from him and asked with concern on his face, "What? Are you still worried about Sheng'er?"
This old man is the only two remaining elders in the Ding family, and is also Ding Chen, the father of the head of the family, Ding Hongtian.
"Oh, I just went to Sheng'er's place, and it was still the same." Hearing Ding Chen's question, Ding Hongtian couldn't help but shook his head helplessly.
Although he had guessed the result in his heart, Ding Chen was also disappointed when it was confirmed again from his son. Ever since the Ding family settled down and took root in Chicheng, the lineage from Ding Chen's grandfather to Ding Hongtian has been very smooth.
, there are many descendants with extraordinary talents in every generation, but only when Ding Sheng arrived, things changed.
In particular, his son Ding Hongtian is extremely talented. He entered the realm of great martial arts masters before he was thirty years old and became the head of the Ding family. His grandson Ding Sheng was originally the most promising person to succeed the head of the Ding family, but now...
"Is it true that no one in our Ding family can break through the innateness?" Ding Chen's old eyes flashed with brilliance, looking at the constantly jumping candlelight, his voice was low, as if he was talking to himself.
"Xiantian?" Hearing his father's words, Ding Hongtian's mouth felt bitter. With his talent, he would not be able to enter Xiantian until he is nearly forty years old, let alone Ding Sheng, who still has no trace of the Five Elements attributes.
Nowadays, it is not a question of innateness or not, but whether Ding Sheng can set foot as a warrior is a big question. But Ding Hongtian dare not say this, and he does not want to say it. After so many years, Ding Chen has known about Ding Sheng's situation for a long time, but
However, he still clung to hope and hoped that Ding Sheng would have a miracle, so he did not stop him from training so crazily. Therefore, Ding Hongtian definitely did not dare to shatter his father's expectations for Ding Sheng, and he himself also had a sense of luck.
I hope a miracle will really happen to Ding Sheng.
Seeing Ding Hongtian's expression, Ding Chen understood. He sighed helplessly, slapped his thigh hard, and said as if he had made up his mind: "It doesn't matter, the grandchildren here will have children and grandchildren! It's just that I can't see our Ding."
It’s time for a genius to come out of the family!”
Hearing his father's sudden emotion, Ding Hongtian couldn't help but be startled. However, before he could speak, Ding Chen stood up a little lonely, reached out and took out an old dark yellow booklet from his arms and brought it to Ding Hongtian's desk: "Hong Tian,
You should give this book "Rejuvenation Technique" to Sheng'er. Originally, I planned not to take it out in this life, but now that the situation has become like this, it has to be like this."
"The Secret of Rejuvenation?" Ding Hongtian took the booklet with confusion on his face.