Luo Yaxuan was in his master's abode within the Nangong Immortal Sect, quietly reciting the curse his master had told him, and to his surprise, he could hear his father's response.
He was extremely happy about this; although he couldn't see his father's face, being able to hear his voice was a joyous occasion for him.
He had missed his home dearly over the years, but as a cultivator, he must fulfill his mission.
Only with a strong cultivation could he protect his family. During the monotonous days of training at his master's, a belief sustained him: to become strong, strong enough to protect his family, his father, and his loved ones.
"Father, I am well. I have advanced again, to the Mid Foundation Establishment stage."
Family Head Luo Sheng, sitting in the Council Hall, laughed heartily upon hearing his son's words. The elders seated around him also laughed with joy.
