Su Mo led the War King’s Wife out of the Drum Tower. She looked back at it and let out a deep sigh.
She knew it was Su Mo's previous weakness and incompetence that had made the nine people in the tower unwilling to accept him as a disciple.
Seeing the sorrow in her eyes, Su Mo slowly shook his head. "Mother, it's all right."
"It won't be too late for me to cultivate once Father returns."
She sighed deeply and nodded without saying anything more.
Su Mo silently turned to look down the mountain. Discovering some commotion below, he immediately frowned.
Seeing his puzzlement, she volunteered, "We're preparing to select disciples. When the time comes, a great many people will join our sect."
At her words, Su Mo's eyes flashed, and he stared blankly down the mountain.
After thinking for a moment, Su Mo turned to the Woman and asked, "When will the selection trials begin?"
"Once your father returns," she answered without concealing anything.
Su Mo said nothing. He glanced back at the Drum Tower, then followed her back to his palace.
Peach blossoms danced across the sky, carrying a faint, distant fragrance throughout heaven and earth.
The pink petals drifting down in profusion landed on Su Mo, seeming to carry some familiar past that could not be unraveled...
I asked the spring river if it knew my heart; the spring river murmured in dreams, its words hard to discern.
In a haze, half a month had passed since Su Mo entered the Ruins.
The War King had yet to return from the imperial capital, and it was his wife who kept Su Mo company all day.
Her eyes always held deep expectation and the tenderness of close kin.
With her beside him, Su Mo grew increasingly