Faced with his wife's question, Braydon Neal responded openly, "The space battlefield is like a ferocious tiger. I won't be at ease until I confront it."
"You can go, but Trevon cannot," Heather Sage nodded gently. "Forcing Trevon to stay here worries me. He's seen the grandeur of the outside world and is still young. It'll be hard for him to remain in Preston."
Braydon understood his son's nature well.
Even if he compelled Trevon to stay in Preston now, he knew his son would eventually follow in his footsteps into the endless starry sky.
For cultivators, the longing to explore the vast expanse of the stars could become a lifelong regret if unfulfilled.
"Trevon is so much like you," Heather murmured softly as she nestled in Braydon's arms.
Because Trevon resembled his father so closely, Braydon and Heather understood that their family manor couldn't confine their son.
