A string of long sighs escaped him.
On the road of life, some people drifted apart as they walked.
Whether in natural gifts or talent, Yang Ming far surpassed ordinary people. With the system at his disposal, his progress left his peers even farther behind.
Wang Sheng had been several years older than Yang Ming, yet even before his death, he had only been a Spirit Master of twenty-something ranks—a Soul Grandmaster. Yang Ming had lost touch with him years ago. The gulf between them had grown too wide; as they found less and less common ground, their relationship had gradually become distant.
Recalling the past, Yang Ming sighed inwardly and looked down at the only son Wang Sheng had left behind. On closer inspection, he found that the boy bore a strong resemblance to Wang Sheng.
Yang Ming had always valued affection and loyalty. The sight stirred his compassion, and he rose from his throne, stepped down, and approached the mother and son. Reaching toward the child, he gently pinched his plump cheek and asked:
"What's the child's name?"
"Huh?"
Wang Sheng's widow had kept her head lowered the whole time and had not noticed when Yang Ming approached. His sudden question startled her, and she hurriedly replied:
"His name is Wang Fugui. His father once told me that you joked about how reversing Wang Sheng's name made it Sheng Wang—Holy King. Later, his father felt keenly that his own aptitude was mediocre, and that his child would most likely be just as ordinary. That was why he chose Fugui—wealth and prosperity. He only hoped the boy would live a peaceful, prosperous life."
Such was the wish of an ordinary person.
Not everyone longed to become a Spirit Master and reach the realm of a Titled Douluo.
Yang Ming