Chen Cuo withdrew his gaze and looked at his mother with a smile. "I've had a few remarkable encounters lately. I'm a cultivator now and have learned some Spellcraft. I'll be leaving home to cultivate before long."
"You... you're leaving?" Chen Cuo's Mother felt her heart tremble. A dazed look entered her eyes. "With those two Daoist masters?"
"Probably not with Mind-Calming Gate." Chen Cuo shook his head.
Chen Cuo's Mother opened her mouth. Countless thoughts rose within her, as though she had a thousand things to say. But at the sight of the blood scattered across the floor, they all became a sigh.
Chen Cuo went over to the two youths, held out his hand, and said, "Give me those pills."
The moment Chen Hua and Chen Kuang saw him approach, their faces went pale and their bodies began to shake. At his words, their resolve crumbled further. Without thinking, they took out two porcelain bottles.
Only after handing them over did the two realize what they had done. Their faces turned deathly white!
Chen Cuo took the bottles and squeezed.
Crack!
Both bottles shattered in his hand. Then a spark of True Fire sprang to life in his palm.
"Now that you're back, settle down and live in peace. I'm your elder brother. Though I can't always look after you, so long as you conduct yourselves properly, when Tribulation comes, I'll protect you if I have even a little strength to spare."
The two youths looked startled and uncertain, but the pallor faded from their faces. Chen Hua even swayed. The violent swing of emotion sent blood rushing to his head, leaving him barely able to stand.
Chen Cuo flicked his hand, letting blackened fragments fall, then walked toward his mother. "These two brothers of mine grew up