"Uncle, if it really isn't possible, just give Mother a hint. At least it would give her the will to live. I promise that neither Mother nor I will interfere with his life..." Jing Chen couldn't help pleading.
I hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Forget it. You're not young anymore, and you've already started a family and established yourself, right? You're practically the pillar of your household now, and far more mature and steady than the other children. You can weigh this matter yourself. I won't interfere."
Sincerity surfaced on Jing Chen's face. "Yes, Uncle."
We soon passed through the covered corridors and arrived at the rear courtyard. Having apparently received word that I was coming, Zhao's mother had already hurried over with Zhao Jing. The moment she saw me, she pulled her son down to kneel with her and naturally gave me another round of profuse thanks.
I hurriedly helped them up. "Zhao Jing and I are fated to meet. So is he and Jing Chen. We'll all be seeing more of each other in the future. If you keep being so formal every time, it will inevitably create distance between us. Gratitude can be expressed in many ways. Spare us the empty formalities whenever possible."
"Benefactor, you are right." Zhao's mother nodded repeatedly, wiping away her tears with her sleeve, moved beyond words.
I chatted with Zhao's mother about Zhao Jing's condition after entering, while observing him as well. Over these past few months, Zhao Jing's eyes had grown much brighter and seemed exceptionally lively. He appeared to have recovered quite well, and had basically regained many of the skills needed for daily life. Immortal cultivators could read the information contained in many jade tablets, and their ability to absorb knowledge was also formidable. With his cultivation