Xiao Family, rear mountain.
Xiao Yan stood there with his head lowered like a child who had made a mistake, his face carrying a hint of guilt. He felt that Yang Chen seemed somewhat disappointed in him.
In truth, however, Xiao Yan's performance was fairly satisfactory to Yang Chen—barely passable. It had not surprised him, but at least Xiao Yan had put in the effort and had not made him waste his thoughts.
Still, Yang Chen hoped Xiao Yan could become even better, even more outstanding, because he was capable of it.
"Xiao Yan, do you think your uncle's expectations of you are too high?"
With his back to Xiao Yan, Yang Chen tilted his head up and quietly watched the clouds drift across the sky. He suddenly spoke, startling Xiao Yan, who then answered earnestly.
"No. It's because I haven't tried hard enough. I'm useless and have disappointed you, Uncle."
"Xiao Yan, don't belittle yourself. You're very talented—at least, more talented than Uncle imagined. But it still isn't enough."
Slowly turning around, Yang Chen's deep gaze carried a trace of complicated emotion.
Yang Chen had arrived in the Jia Ma Empire half a month ago. He had first gone to Jia Ma Holy City. Before leaving the Jia Ma Empire, he had sent people to investigate certain matters, and not long ago, he had received the results.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Chen suddenly let out a soft sigh and spoke.
"Has Xiao Zhan ever told you about your mother?"
"My mother? No. Right, Uncle, can you tell me about her?"
There was obvious disappointment on Xiao Yan's face. What child did not miss their mother? Especially someone like Xiao Yan, who had lost his mother at such a young age. He normally did not think about her