Chen Xue was pensive in her nephew's arms, she was still thinking about her nephew's story about his past life, she felt that it was a surreal mix of fact and fantasy, then she said. "If I don't witness your change myself, as well as all those memories, then I really can't believe your story, Little Tian."
"Well, I know that, for you cultivators from the lower realms, of course my story is difficult for all of you to understand." Xia Tian said with a chuckle, then he hugged Chen Xue even tighter, and she also snuggled closer to him. "Therefore, you don't need to think about those ordinary people's words anymore, Xue'er. We are cultivators, and we cultivate to fight against fate, if we are burdened by their words, then we can never go against fate, and our cultivation will also stagnate."
