Qian Xiaogong was a sensitive child. Though he was too young and not particularly precocious to understand what was happening, he could still tell that his mother was upset.
He toddled forward cutely and carefully took Qian Ruyan's hand. "Mother, please don't be sad," he said. "If it's that bad, Xiaogong just won't cultivate."
"As long as you're happy, I'm willing to live my whole life as a mortal and always stay by your side."
His attempt at comfort had the opposite effect. Qian Ruyan's eyes reddened, and she nearly burst into tears.
Seeing this, Yue Mengsheng said, "Let's go back and discuss this. With a physique so poor, he doesn't necessarily have to follow these paths. The help we could offer wouldn't be significant anyway."
Qian Ruyan nodded.
The group of six returned to the reception hall.
The atmosphere on the way back was somber. Even after they returned to the hall and took their seats, Qian Ruyan still hadn't seemed to recover her composure.
