"Mother, mother still looks so young and beautiful."
Ye Tian said this with grounds, for his mother was indeed stunningly beautiful. Even past forty, she appeared to be in her twenties. If he weren't her son, one might mistake them for siblings instead of mother and son.
His father, despite being a general, was not coarse in appearance either. In his forties, he looked only in his thirties—an attractive uncle.
"Tian'er, you've been away for so many years, and now that you're back, you won't stay long. When will you take a wife?"
"Mother, as you know, we cultivators live such long lives. Why would I rush to take a wife now? Besides, the time isn't right yet."
"Hmm, I know you have plans of your own, so I won't find one for you."
"Mother, your son is so outstanding, how could I possibly worry about finding a wife? Rest assured, the day I think of taking a wife, I'll bring the match to your attention."
