"Second Brother~"
"Moo?"
"Why did you raise me back then?"
He Ling asked with a smile. Her tone sent Chen Xun's thoughts surging, leaving him dazed for an instant. It felt as though he had heard the voice of that little girl from so, so long ago—and then raised her to adulthood.
"Moo..." Black Bull froze, then quickly smiled and explained, "Moo moo~~! Moo moo moo..."
He spoke of Chen Xun.
Back then, he had been an orphan in the village. There were actually quite a few festivals in the Mortal Realm. Every time one came around, Chen Xun seemed to be the happiest person there, throwing himself into the festivities and fitting right in. Yet Black Bull often saw him secretly wiping away tears during meals.
Because he was an orphan, he had never had a family.
Whenever every household in the village gathered together, they would always huddle by themselves. Chen Xun seemed not to care, but he cared down to his bones.
Later...
In the Cultivation World, he found some family—family who had weathered storm and rain with him all the way through that world.
He Ling listened intently.
At the side.
Chen Xun listened intently as well. Lost in thought, he gazed toward the vault of heaven. He had forgotten these things long ago. He had not expected Old Bull to still remember them well enough to speak of them.
Suddenly, he cut in. "Little Sister, Old Bull and I had grown used to sleeping rough and eating whatever we could find. We were used to being poor too, haha... Back then, we were even afraid we wouldn't raise you well. We always thought boys were easier to keep alive."
"Fortunately, we found some opportunities in the Great World. Picking up garbage let us send you