Wren carefully picked up the sphere and placed it inside his space pouch. His nose was still dripping and his throat was sore. Sniffling he glanced at the cube.
"Wren..." Feng hugged him. "How do you feel now..."
"Happy that I was loved, sad that I missed their presence in my life, anxious that I might fail them somehow, and determined that I will one day reach my father," he said nodding to himself.
"Aw, that's the spirit. My mate is the best,"
Wren chuckled. "You are the best thing that has happened in my life... you know... somehow I feel like my dad wanted us to meet."
"Really? He played matchmaker?" Feng playfully wiggled his brows.
"I'm serious. we meet on the day of the heavenly rains. Every young cultivator in our oyster clan is obliged to swim above and bask in the rain. I met you then... my dad must have arranged something,"
Feng frowned slightly. "it could be fate."
"I believe it was my father,"
