Warmth

The cultivation world was indeed cruel, but even a tiger would not eat its cubs. What he had done was simply far more vile.

Liu Pei walked toward Mu Erniu step by step. He said nothing more, merely making his way to the dilapidated tiled house where Mu Erniu lived. It was so decrepit that water seeped through the corners of the walls. When he pushed open the door, he saw traces left by yesterday's torrential rain—a sizable pothole at the entrance.

The room was a complete mess, with traces of water everywhere. It could only be described as utterly miserable.

Calling this place a doghouse would have been no exaggeration.

Mu Erniu was a cultivator, at least in name. Although he was only at the Qi Condensation Stage, renovating a house should certainly have been within his abilities.

The neighbors around them lived in conditions much like Mu Erniu's family, and their homes were just as small. But their roofs were not riddled with holes, and their floors were clean and tidy, filled with the warmth of home.

On the relatively clean bed, Liu Pei saw a middle-aged woman with tears in her eyes. Her face was weak, and the despair and helplessness in her expression were impossible to conceal.

Although she was nearly thirty-five, her features were still delicate and youthful. With tears glistening in her eyes, she looked so pitiful that anyone would have felt their heart ache.

She had heard every word Mu Erniu had said just now.

Beside the middle-aged woman was a baby who neither cried nor fussed. She looked pink, tender, and adorable, clearly inheriting her mother's beauty.

Mu Erniu crawled and stumbled to the doorway, repeatedly kowtowing.

"Brother Liu, look, my wife is beautiful, isn't she? I've seen the child too. Once