"What did you go out to do so early this morning? Why did it take so long?"
Wan Qingqing brought over a plate of freshly picked strawberries and set it before Wei He as she asked softly.
"I went out to handle something. Before long, I may need to enter seclusion and train for a while." There were some things Wei He did not want Wan Qingqing to know.
The further he went, the more he felt that the so-called truth concealed ever greater dangers.
It was a paradox.
The further forward one went, the closer one came to the truth—and the more dangerous it became.
Yet if one did not move forward, insufficient strength would leave one drifting with the tide, oppressed and persecuted by others.
The Wushi Sect and all other factions were merely outward appearances.
At its core, it was still because Wei He himself was not strong enough.
If he alone could level the Three Main Peaks of the Wushi Sect, there would have been no need for his entire family to relocate back then. He could simply have gone up the mountain and wiped them out.
But his strength had not yet reached that level.
"Don't worry, it's nothing. With me here, you can all rest easy," Wei He said with a smile.
"I truly am at ease. It's just that I see you throwing yourself into cultivation day and night. When Ninth Uncle was still around, there had at least been someone who could exchange a word or two with you.
"Now Ninth Uncle has gone too, and no one in the family can speak to you as an equal. You're also nearing the limit of the true arts within the sect."
Wan Qingqing sighed.
"I know you want to go back and avenge