Xiang Yang and Ning Ke bickered and played all the way back to the inn, but they still could not settle whether Ning Ke should remain by Xiang Yang's side.
Naturally, Xiang Yang strongly advocated for Ning Ke to stay, yet no amount of persuasion could make her resolve herself.
"If it is a matter of crossing blades with the strong, then there would naturally be more opportunities if I stayed at First Line of Heaven's Shenzhou headquarters. But I cannot let go of my mother.
"Over all these years, Uncle has helped Mother and me greatly, but most of the time, it was still just Mother and daughter relying on one another. If I remain in Shenzhou, what will happen to her?"
In the tranquil room on the second floor, the open window cast a streak of golden light onto the spotlessly polished round table, forming a patch of dazzling color.
Ning Ke's hands unconsciously passed through that colorful pillar of light as though feeling for something. Her gaze wandered, and she spoke with tangled hesitation.
For more than twenty years, Ning Ke's emotions had been incomplete. She had no father, only a mother. The bitterness of her birth and the gossip of outsiders had all weighed upon the tender shoulders of a little girl, forcing her to become strong and mature at an early age.
In her world, there had originally been only her mother, filling it to the brim without the slightest crack. Everything she did was for her mother.
That included enduring every kind of pain and torment to cultivate the Great Patience Divine Skill, rolling and fighting through the martial world as a woman, and competing with experts of her generation for the position of Divine Constable. This showed just how important Fifth Zuirong was