He was practically gloating.
His father spoke up. "Kid, you can't blame me for this. When a wisp of your Primordial Spirit descended, who knew what kind of Cultivation you were practicing? Your mother and I couldn't interfere too much, lest we damage your Primordial Spirit. Besides, your mother was worried sick when you ran off here. We dropped everything and left your little sister behind to come find you. You should be secretly thanking your lucky stars, not complaining."
Aaron Sinclair was touched. 'His parents had come to the Lower Realm just for him.' "Heh heh, I am! I'm thrilled!"
At that thought, he spoke up. "Dad, Mom, thank you." He looked at his parents sitting there and added silently in his heart.
'No matter who I once was, right now, I'm just your son.'
Celeste Grant smiled, her gaze softening. "Silly boy. You're our son. What is there to thank us for? Besides, we didn't really do much after we got here." Parents would do anything for their children.
