At these words!
Cheng Ping'an immediately calmed his mind, answered, "Yes," and strode into the Quiet Room in the rear courtyard.
The room was simply furnished, yet every corner exuded the rhythms of the Dao.
At a glance, he saw his father, Cheng Buzheng, seated upright in the seat of honor—
Still bearing the appearance of a youth of seventeen or eighteen, his aura as deep as an abyss;
And beside him, his mother, Murong Wanwan, who had already regained her dignified bearing, though a trace of lingering coquettish irritation remained at the corners of her eyes and brows.
Cheng Ping'an did not dare neglect propriety. He stepped forward several paces and bowed respectfully.
"Your child pays respects to Father!
Your child pays respects to Mother!"
A mature and steady-looking middle-aged Golden Core True Person paying respects to a pair of men and women who appeared even younger than himself...
If such a scene were placed among mortals, it would surely seem utterly jarring.
But in the Cultivation World, preserving one's youthful appearance was no difficult feat. Everyone had long since grown accustomed to it, judging status solely by cultivation and seniority.
Seeing his son grow ever more composed, Cheng Buzheng revealed a gentle smile and made a slight lifting gesture with his hand.
"Between father and son, there is no need for so much ceremony. Sit and speak."
At this moment.
Murong Wanwan, too, looked at her son with smiling eyes, her tone carrying a trace of nostalgia and teasing.
"Ping'an, you've grown up!
Your cultivation is higher too, but you're no longer as round and adorable as you were when you were little. You're no fun anymore."
Faced with his mother's familiar teasing, Cheng Ping'an merely shook his head helplessly and said nothing.
He knew full well that