"Father!"
"You're back."
Looking at the young figure flying hurriedly toward him, Wang Ba could not help smiling with gratification.
After decades apart, Wang Yi'an no longer looked like the rash youth he had once been.
With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, he was handsome and striking, all traces of immaturity gone from his features.
In their place were composure and confidence.
He had become a fine, graceful young man.
At the sight of Wang Ba, a joyful smile also spread involuntarily across Wang Yi'an's face.
When he came closer, Wang Ba rose and looked him over carefully.
To his surprise, Wang Yi'an was now a full head taller than him.
Perhaps because he had rushed back upon hearing that his mother and Senior Fellow Disciple were both about to undergo their tribulations, he still looked a little travel-worn.
Yet that could not conceal his presence as a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
Thinking back to over two hundred years ago, when he had brought Bu Chan to the Myriad Phenomena Sect while she was pregnant with Wang Yi'an, it felt like only yesterday.
For a moment, countless emotions welled up in Wang Ba's heart-joy, gratification, wistfulness, conflicting feelings... He had a thousand things to say, but when the words reached his lips, they became a single, unremarkable question:
"Have you seen your mother and Senior Fellow Disciple?"
Wang Yi'an likewise had countless things to say. He had imagined how happy his father would be to see him.
He had also imagined the joy he would feel upon seeing his father after so long.
He also wanted to tell his father about all his experiences over the years.
But when the words reached his lips, they, too, became merely a nod:
"Yes, I have."
Neither father nor son seemed to know how