Lunchtime.
Jiang Qianhai had no idea what to do in the strange atmosphere.
He picked up a bite of food with his chopsticks, and Old Jiang glanced at him. He shoveled in a mouthful of rice, and Old Jiang glanced at him again.
Whenever Old Jiang looked at him, he always paused without thinking.
So now, the way he ate was like a stuck cassette tape: chew twice, stop; chew twice, stop.
"Dad, eat your food. Why do you keep staring at me?"
Jiang Qianhai really could not take it anymore and simply stopped eating too.
"Unfilial son! Confess honestly! What is going on with your strength!"
Old Jiang set down his chopsticks, brought his fingers together like a sword, and pointed straight at Jiang Qianhai, his strange tone sounding like he was singing opera.
"Confess what!" Mother Jiang smacked Old Jiang with her chopsticks. "That's our son's own ability. Can you keep your mouth shut or not!"
Old Jiang instantly felt wronged. You're the one who wanted to know what was going on with our son, you're the one who won't let me ask, and you still hit me!
Why is life so hard for me!
Jiang Qianhai understood his parents very well, and with one glance, he saw through the whole situation.
Although Old Jiang was curious, he was broad-minded, and in truth, whether he knew or not did not really matter. Mother Jiang, on the other hand, was very worried about him. Just as he had said before, becoming a Soul Master could get people killed. She believed that for him to have his current strength, he must have gone through many dangers, so she wanted to hear even a little about it from Jiang Qianhai's own mouth, enough to put her heart at ease.
This was