"I don't understand what you mean, father," The young Leon said with knitted brows in thought.
Heinrich Escladus smiled warmly and said, "You don't need to understand now, but one day when you grow up, you will."
"I still don't understand..." Leon's lips twitched as he watched the past being replayed from a distance.
Suddenly, Leon paused.
"Come to think of it, I never found out who my mother was, where she was, nor what happened to her..." Leon muttered, "Every time I mention to father, he would also have the same distant look and change the subject..."
Leon furrowed slightly before glancing in the northern direction, "Was his birth mother somewhere in the north?"
As Leon pondered, his younger self asked his father, "Why do all Divine Practitioners meditate when they cultivate, father? Why don't they cultivate in their sleep or any other positions?"
