Before leaving the house that morning, Chen Shouyi received an invitation to Xiao Changming's memorial service.
Half a month had passed, and the authorities had finally confirmed the news of Xiao Changming's death.
When Bai Xiaoling delivered the invitation, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.
Even a powerful Martial Artist or Quasi-Martial Master was still so fragile, no different from anyone else.
Though he was already far stronger than Xiao Changming, he was still vulnerable in the face of true danger.
This time it was Xiao Changming. Perhaps next time it would be his turn.
Chen Shouyi had planned to train in the other world as usual that day, but the invitation suddenly stirred something in him. There had to be more to life than constantly growing stronger; there had to be other things worth cherishing.
He changed his mind at once and went to his parents' restaurant.
"Why are you here?" Mother Chen was mopping the floor. She looked at Chen Shouyi in surprise.
"I saw how hard you two are working, so I came to help!" Chen Shouyi said with a smile.
"What do you mean, help? There's nothing for you to do here." Mother Chen said dismissively, though there was a hint of warmth on her face.
Hearing the commotion, Chen Dawei came out of the kitchen holding a cleaver. "What brings you here today?"
"I don't have anything to do today!" Chen Shouyi said with an awkward laugh.
Since his parents had opened the restaurant, he had only visited once. He had never bothered to ask whether they were making a profit or how business was going. After all, how much could a little restaurant like this possibly earn?
Its yearly income probably wasn't even as much as what he used to spend on