That familiar call of "Dad, Mom."
Lin Tianmin and Zhang Lanzhi, who had been talking, both froze.
They slowly turned around, their faces filled with incredulous delight.
"Xiao Fei!"
"Old Lin, am I seeing things?"
"Xiao Fei is home!"
Those words, "Xiao Fei is home," carried a mother's longing for her son through all those years.
Zhang Lanzhi was so happy that she did not know what to do with herself, hurriedly running toward Lin Fei.
She tripped, her body pitching toward the ground.
"Mom!"
Lin Fei flashed forward, appearing before Zhang Lanzhi and catching her steadily.
Zhang Lanzhi did not notice anything unusual at all. Her heart was filled only with the joy of seeing her son.
"Xiao Fei, you little brat, where the hell have you been all these years?"
Her eyes moistened as she raised a hand and smacked Lin Fei's chest.
Her palm had grown wrinkled with age, and her skin had lost its luster.
Her other hand tightly gripped Lin Fei's, as though afraid that the moment she let go, her son would vanish.
"Mom..."
Lin Fei's voice caught in his throat.
Even though he had cultivated immortality for over a thousand years, and his Dao heart was as firm as stone, when facing his parents, he still could not help being overcome with emotion, as if he were still the child they had doted on.
"I'm sorry. I made you and Dad worry all these years."
He turned to look at Lin Tianmin.
At that moment, Lin Tianmin's face was full of shock, his mouth hanging wide open.
He had seen Lin Fei's speed just now—it had been like teleportation, far beyond anything he could comprehend.
How could a person possibly move that fast?
Was this really his son?
"Old Lin, what are you