Three days later, in East Regular Street, at Shen Zhui's home.
"Zhui, it's hard to predict what's waiting for you during your departure, and I won't dissuade you. When I took you in seven years ago, I saw from your eyes that you're a determined child, with a strong and unwavering will...
As your foster father, I don't hope for you to gain immense wealth or power, I only wish for your safe return."
Although you are not my biological son, I have treated you as my own flesh and blood. I've already lost your stepmother and Xin Lan, don't let me worry for you again... I don't want to experience the grief of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired man once more...
Feeling the warmth from his foster father Shen Shan's hand and listening to his earnest advice, Shen Zhui couldn't help but blur his vision out of emotional distress. He knelt down on the ground, striking his head on the floor three times in the deepest respects.
