Lin Hao's Concern

Lin Tianxiao lifted his teacup and took a sip, speaking with calm assurance. "Your status has changed, so naturally people's attitudes will change too. That's only human nature; don't take it too much to heart. What matters is you. Will this new identity hold you back and make you lose sight of who you are?" He looked at his son, his gaze profound. "Human Emperor Xuanyuan chose you for more than just your strength. I suspect he saw your character, too. Remember, the throne of an emperor is a responsibility, a burden to bear, a banner that leads the people forward—not a tool for standing above everyone else and enjoying honor. As long as you act with a clear conscience and remain sincere toward others, even if they're reserved around you for a while, they'll come to understand and accept you in time."

His father's words always struck straight to the heart. Lin Hao felt a jolt within him and nodded, taking the lesson to heart. "I understand, Dad."

Ye Wan'er spoke gently, too. "Hao'er, your friends and mentors have been through hardship with you. Your bonds run deep. As long as you don't distance yourself from them first, they'll gradually get used to it. As for etiquette and rules, follow the ones that matter and let go of the ones that don't. Just be flexible. Your dad and I will mind our manners, too, so we don't put you in a difficult position."

His parents' understanding and support sent warmth flowing through Lin Hao, dispelling most of his unease. He smiled. "Mm. I know what to do now."

The Flying boat pierced layer after layer of cloud. The outlines of the mountains and rivers below grew increasingly familiar, and the distinctive Spiritual Energy of the Central Domain—denser and purer