Warm yellow lamplight filled the square table in the little courtyard. Steam rose gently from the dishes, and warmth flowed quietly between them.
Faced with Mother Jiang's gentle inquiries and hope-filled gaze, Li Changsheng set down his bowl and chopsticks. His expression remained calm and mild, without the slightest panic or evasion.
Naturally, he could not reveal even a trace of his true identity as the legitimate son of two gods from the God Realm.
His ties to the God Realm, his God King parents, his origins in a higher-dimensional plane—such things were too ethereal and heaven-defying. Ordinary people would only grow fearful upon hearing them, and gain nothing from it.
A faint, gentle smile rested on his lips as he spoke sincerely, tactfully and naturally brushing aside the matter of his family background.
"Auntie, you worry too much."
"My family has always been free-spirited and uninterested in the clamor of the mortal world. They have lived in a secluded, tranquil place beyond the world for many years, never concerning themselves with mortal affairs."
"That is why ordinary people have never heard of them, and why I rarely speak of my family."
With a single understated explanation, he had perfectly accounted for everything.
A tranquil place beyond the world, detached from mortal affairs.
It explained both the source of his vision, bearing, and abilities that surpassed ordinary people, as well as why none of his family had ever appeared and no one knew his origins.
It was not that he lacked a background. His background was simply too lofty to belong to this mortal world.
Jiang Nannan, who had been quietly listening beside them, felt her heart stir faintly.
So his background was not ordinary, nor was he alone and without support.
Rather, his family had already transcended worldly conventions