Chu Yang took his wife's hand. "My dear, your kindness is a good thing, but in this world where strength reigns supreme, kindness sometimes needs strength to protect it."
"I understand." Feng Yin nodded. "If something like this happens again, I won't blame Yan'er anymore."
Chu Yan happily threw his arms around his mother. "Mother is the best!"
The next morning, just as the eastern sky began to pale, Chu Yang rose and prepared to guide Chu Yan's cultivation.
"Yan'er, get up." Chu Yang lightly knocked on his son's door. "Starting today, Father will personally guide your cultivation."
Sounds soon came from inside the room. Chu Yan had clearly been awake for a while, merely waiting for his father's call. When the door opened, he was already fully dressed, his little face brimming with excitement and anticipation.
"Father, I'm ready!" Chu Yan clenched his little fists, determination gleaming in his eyes.
Chu Yang nodded in satisfaction. Yesterday's incident seemed to have truly made the child mature considerably. He was no longer the little boy who only knew how to act spoiled in his mother's arms. He was beginning to develop his own pride and dignity.
"Very good," Chu Yang said. "Let's go to the training ground on the Back Mountain. It's more suitable for cultivation there."
The Back Mountain of Yingzhou Island was rarely visited. With its beautiful mountains and clear waters, as well as its abundant spiritual energy, it was indeed an excellent place for cultivation. Father and son soon arrived at an open grassland surrounded by mountains, with level ground at its center. It was a training ground Chu Yang had specially opened up.
"Yan'er, before we officially begin, Father needs to check your current cultivation condition," Chu Yang said. "Circulate your cultivation method once and let me