The man with the black sash that had just appeared suddenly had a sense of shock as his expression changed.
"You know my mother?" he asked.
Ning was a little surprised too. It had been many years and he barely remembered Freya. The most he remembered was just her name. Even her facial features were distant to him now.
He had come here solely to entertain his last bit of nostalgia.
"Are you Freya's son?" he asked.
"Yes, Sect Leader Freya was my mother," he said with a hint of sadness.
"… was?" Ning asked, clearly surprised.
"Yes. Mother died over 10 years ago, during one of the many beast hoard invasions," the son said.
"I see… my condolences."
Ning talked with the kid for a little longer and then made him take him to her grave.
They walked into a snow-filled ground, will headstones barely visible due to the snow. Ning followed as the son brought him to a particular headstone.
