"Have you all gotten it wrong?"
Watching the crowd grow so eager it had nearly tipped into fervor, Meng Huai'an inexplicably began to feel uncertain.
To be honest, in her eyes, An Dongcheng had never been some heaven-supporting prodigy.
Perhaps he did have some talent. Without spending much time on cultivation, he had surpassed both her and her husband.
Yet he had always carried an air of frivolity and wildness that could never be washed away.
He did not understand just how much his parents had sacrificed to earn the good life they had now.
Gifted though he was, every day his mind spun with all manner of senseless crooked paths and heretical tricks.
This had once enraged Meng Huai'an greatly. Many times, she had hardened her face and forcibly cut off his dealings with those good-for-nothing friends, hoping only that he would return to the proper path.
But in the end, the facts proved it.
An Dongcheng was simply the sort of person whose wild nature could not be tamed.
From beginning to end, he had never taken cultivation seriously. Even with the path she had sought out for him, he could still pick a thousand faults with it.
Even when facing elders holding important posts in the Alliance, he could march right up to argue with them without a shred of reverence.
With such a temperament, if he were outside, would it not be difficult even for him to survive?
Meng Huai'an had always carried this worry in her heart.
She understood all too well what kind of person her son was.
So much so that over the past half year, whenever she woke from dreams at midnight, all she could see was her son dying a violent death on the spot.
That was why she had always