Wang Baole watched as his mother came up to him and was about to pinch his cheeks. He sucked in a deep breath of air in fear and hastily suppressed the cultivation inside his body. He relaxed the muscles on his face so that his mother wouldn't receive any backlash from pinching his cheeks. It was somewhat challenging, but he was truly worried that his current cultivation and physical body might cause harm to his parents.
Fortunately, Wang Baole's reflexes were quick. As his cultivation was suppressed and the muscles on his face relaxed, his mother pinched his cheeks without noticing anything amiss. The aching and pain in her eyes sent warmth unfurling inside Wang Baole.
This was a warmth that couldn't be felt on Mars. Even when he had his friends with him, the feeling he had then wouldn't be able to compare with this current heat. He grinned and patted his tummy.
"Mom, look, there's so much meat on this tummy. Don't worry, I won't lose weight."
