Li Yan felt that whenever he met with his children, after asking about their cultivation or matters related to himself, he would then give them some guidance in cultivation. Beyond that, it was as though each simply went about their own business.
Part of it seemed to stem from his own personality, but the greater reason was that he had not been with them for many years. Thus, even when both sides wanted to say more, they did not know what to say for a time.
Li Yan knew even less about what they did every day, what they had encountered, what they liked, and what they disliked. He knew almost nothing of these things, so there was nowhere to begin.
Li Zhaoyan's delicate body trembled slightly at his words. Then, looking across the long table at the man whose eyes held a trace of guilt, her heart could not help but ache as well.
After she had finished speaking of those matters just now, she too had found herself with no further topic to discuss with her father. Should she ask whether he had been well these past years?
Her father had clearly returned, his expression and aura both exceedingly calm and steady. Such a greeting would be better left unsaid; if spoken, it would instead seem perfunctory, and words would become pale and feeble.
Thus, after feeling that she had said all that needed to be said, she had intended to leave.
"Father, we are all cultivators. Only after coming to the Immortal Spirit Realm did I understand what it meant to be weak. Even with cultivation like yours, aren't you still unable to act as you please? You still have to complete the sect missions that must be done, and Grandfather is the same.
"So Mother and