Su Ping had little impression of his mother, either.
There was no helping it. He had brought his memories of his previous life with him, but at birth, he had still possessed an infant's body, with almost no awareness, in a state of profound confusion.
Even transmigration had to obey basic rules. His present understanding of souls had taught him that, even if his soul had been powerful when he transmigrated and carried memories of his previous life, a newborn body and brain could not supply much nourishment. As a result, Su Ping had few impressions or memories of his birth.
Thus, apart from seeing her in photographs, he had never actually seen his mother, Rong Chun.
Rong Chun had not died at an enemy's hands. Her body had possessed certain defects, which, in a sense, counted as a kind of illness.
Even in this age of Beast Tamers, human Beast Tamers had not entirely escaped the afflictions of illness. His mother, Rong Chun, had been one such case.
The few remarks Su Anyong had made in his later conversations with Su Ping had all demonstrated that Rong Chun had been an exceptionally outstanding Poison-type Beast Tamer and breeder.
Yet it had been precisely because of that.
There was clearly a reason the Poison type was considered the most dangerous, deadly, and unusual attribute-often without equal.
It was those long years of breeding and taming that had made Rong Chun's death seem so abrupt and unexpected.
Everything Su Ping knew of this mother came from Su Anyong's descriptions.
Today, however, he finally saw her.
The wife, the woman, whom Su Anyong had called the gentlest, most beautiful, and most virtuous.
Her black hair was combed straight, with the blunt bangs so distinctive of twenty years ago. Her eyes were large,