Dongbo Xueying was still keeping his mother Rong Xinglan and his sister company, eating and chatting with them.
Rong Xinglan was also very happy. Her son had been in seclusion for more than six thousand years; she had not seen him in far too long. Now that she held an exalted position, a single command from her was enough for the maidservants to bring forth dish after dish of delicacies.
"Cultivation is important, but my son mustn't work himself too hard." Rong Xinglan smiled. "Though Mother doesn't understand much, I've read many books over the years and know that cultivating the heart is also extremely important. If you want a great future, you must cultivate your heart as well. In the end, my son has simply experienced too little."
"I understand, Mother," Dongbo Xueying said obediently.
Rong Xinglan's smile grew even more radiant...