Its heavy consumption meant it could be used as a trump card. He could not give up eating for fear of choking, could he?
Besides, with Song Changsheng's current combat strength, there was no need for him to use an array against Qi Condensation Stage cultivators. He still had that much confidence.
I've been in seclusion for so long. It's time to go out. Grandfather must be worried.
Thinking this, Song Changsheng casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out a brand-new set of green robes and put them on. He then circulated his cultivation method to stimulate his blood and qi. Color immediately returned to his deathly pale face, making him look less frail.
After cleaning up the scene, Song Changsheng opened the restriction and pushed open the heavy doors. The sight before him left him stunned.
For the person he saw was not Song Xianming, but Xia Yunxue, whose eyes were swollen like peaches.
Song Changsheng suddenly felt as though something had lodged in his throat, and his eyes grew moist as well. His knees buckled, and with a thud, he fell to his knees. In a hoarse voice, he said, "This unfilial son pays respects to Mother!"
Seeing Song Changsheng prostrated on the ground, the anger in Xia Yunxue's heart instantly vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving only endless heartache and worry. She pulled him into an embrace, and all the worry she had endured over the past several days finally became one sentence: "My son."
With tears in his eyes, Song Changsheng forced a smile. "Mother, what are you doing? Aren't I fine?"
"If anything had happened to you, how could I explain it to your father?" Tears surged from Xia Yunxue's eyes, soaking Song Changsheng's shoulder.
Her body could not