Mo Shan was slightly startled.
"I want to stay with Hua'er too, to watch him marry, have children, and be surrounded by children and grandchildren..." Liu Ruhua's eyes were full of longing. "But who can say for sure what the future holds?"
"You don't need to worry," Mo Shan comforted his wife.
Liu Ruhua shook her head. "I'm not worried. I know you're afraid Hua'er will encounter danger, but how could a cultivator go through life without ever facing danger?"
Mo Shan thought about it and could not help nodding.
No matter how smooth a cultivator's life might be, they would inevitably face a few twists and turns, encounter a few perilous situations. Much less Rogue Cultivators like them, whose lives had always been difficult—they were fighting for their lives just to stay alive.
Liu Ruhua continued, "As the saying goes, when parents love their children, they plan deeply for their distant future. We are only Qi Refining cultivators. Since we cannot keep him from danger, all we can do is teach him how to face it."
Mo Shan fell silent. He stroked his wife's long hair, his expression easing.
"You're right. The path of cultivation is long. We can't take care of him for his entire life; we can only teach him to take care of himself."
The next evening, Mo Shan called Mo Hua into the little courtyard and asked, "How is your Movement Technique coming along?"
Mo Hua had thought his father was going to scold him. He froze for a moment, then said, "I've learned it more or less."
Mo Shan nodded. "Let me test it."
Mo Hua's eyes lit up. "Alright!"
He also wanted to know whether his father, with late-stage Qi Refining cultivation, could break his Flowing Water Step.
Mo Hua walked ten zhang