Lu Qingmei looked at Yi Chen with gentle eyes.
She looked very carefully.
As if afraid she would never see him again.
But Yi Chen's face was smeared with fresh blood and dirt, and his body was covered in shocking wounds.
The miserable sight felt like knives carving through Lu Qingmei's heart, filling her with both fury and heartache.
"Your father's temperament has changed somewhat in this life, but his Dao heart remains as unshakable as it was back then."
Lu Qingmei said softly, "You are his child. Even if you have no feelings for him now, blood is thicker than water. He will not refuse to acknowledge you as his own son."
Yi Chen's lips trembled. After a long while, he said, "Mother, I... can I not go? Rather than acknowledge a stranger as my father, I would rather stay by your side. Even death does not scare me!"
Warmth and comfort welled up in Lu Qingmei's heart, but her tone was resolute. "You must go!"
Yi Chen's eyes immediately dimmed, and he fell silent.
"Didn't you love the sword Dao ever since you were little? Your father is the unrivaled foremost sword cultivator in all of God Domain World!"
A trace of pride appeared between Lu Qingmei's brows. "Throughout all the heavens, above and below, across ancient and modern times, there has never been anyone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with your father in the sword Dao. No one!"
"Once you remain by his side, you will surely inherit his mantle and go even farther on the path of sword cultivation."
Lu Qingmei revealed a look of longing. "Mother can already foresee it—Chen Er's achievements in the sword Dao will surely shake all the heavens and draw the eyes of the world!"
"Mother..."
Yi Chen opened his