"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Are you hungry? How about Mother makes you some of your favorite spotted fish?"
Ye Huangying rubbed the bloodshot corners of her eyes and forced a radiant smile, doing her utmost not to reveal any trace of sorrow as she showed the strongest side of a mother.
At her side, Yao Wanli had likewise composed himself, his face taking on the look of a loving father.
"Father, Mother."
"Just now, in my dream, I received the summons of a mysterious power. Perhaps it can resolve my physical condition."
"I want to join the Divine Sword Sect."
Yao Wujiang answered without addressing their question, a trace of determination surfacing in his eyes.
"What?"
"Wujiang, you said you received a summons in your dream?"
"You want to join the Divine Sword Sect?"
"Why has Father never heard of this Divine Sword Sect?"
"Yi City is neither particularly large nor particularly small. Father has heard of all the major sects here with even a little fame, but this Divine Sword Sect is the first I've heard of."
"Did you imagine it in your dream?"
Yao Wanli asked doubtfully.
Yi City sprawled boundlessly, with four dynasties of profound foundations alone.
There were countless obscure little sects like the Divine Sword Sect throughout Yi City.
As the ruler of the Wanshun Dynasty, Yao Wanli naturally would never have heard of the Divine Sword Sect.
He thought Yao Wujiang's nerves were frayed and his mind muddled, that he was speaking nonsense.
"Silly child, you must have been dreaming. What you see and hear in dreams cannot be taken seriously." Ye Huangying reached out and gently stroked her son's long hair, her eyes full of doting affection and heartache.
"Father, Mother, I'm not talking nonsense, nor did I imagine it."
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