Chen Yang did not stop him, just watched him puff and smoke, the spark in his hand slowly burning.
"Did grandpa give you anything before he left?" Chen Tianmin spoke again when the cigarette was halfway burned.
A second ago, Chen Yang's mood was still quite complicated, but upon hearing this, he became slightly alert.
It was still that saying, the person in front of him was indeed his second uncle.
But after twenty years, who knows what kind of person he has become?
Even though his cultivation is powerful, the sickly person in front of him poses no threat, but a necessary precaution is still required.
"No." Chen Yang denied it without hesitation.
In fact, when grandpa left, he left more than one thing for him.
The Medical King Scriptures, the silver needle, and that jade pendant shaped like a medicine jar.
He was just not sure what Chen Tianmin meant, so he did not reveal the truth.
"What about your parents?" Chen Tianmin asked again flatly.
