When Jing Hongchen brought Yan Hongchen back to the villa, the people inside had already heard the commotion before the door was even opened.
Liu Yueming rose from the sofa, still holding the threads she had been weaving. She hurried to the door just as it was pushed open from outside.
Yan Hongchen stood on the threshold, backlit by the afternoon sun. He had grown a little taller than he had been three months ago, and his complexion was rosy.
"Little Yan." Liu Yueming reached out and gently took his arm, looking him over from head to toe. Only after confirming that he had not lost weight or been injured did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"You went another three months without resting properly." Her tone carried both heartache and a trace of helpless reproach. "Don't focus only on cultivation and neglect yourself. Don't rush so much. Relax a little."
Yan Hongchen knew that Liu Yueming was worried about him. In the end, she understood that he was working himself so hard for her sake.
Yet she was currently willing but powerless, able only to rely on her child... That could not have felt good.
He shook his head, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he spoke in an easy tone. "It's fine, Mom. I've been doing well lately too. Mainly, the feedback that carving knife gave me was too great. It took me three months to digest it before it finally faded."
Jing Hongchen followed him inside and shut the door. His gaze fell on Yan Hongchen, and he frowned slightly. "Little Yan, have you finished purifying the Spirit Devouring Carving Knife? It didn't hurt you?"
He had noticed that Yan Hongchen's aura was far more substantial than it had been three months ago. Level