"Father, does Mother have other plans for me to avoid you in this life?"
Trevon Neal had always been intelligent, and his personality mirrored his father's in many ways.
He had already noticed something.
Braydon Neal looked at his unwilling wife in the garden, then turned back and softly said, "If I succeed, I will suppress all generations. This era will sweep across all races. The chance to transcend will vanish, the peak path will become obscure, and the strong will be restrained. Future generations will find cultivation difficult.
"In such an environment, many will feel hopeless.
"At that time, the races will need a beacon to light the way, to pierce through the darkness and restart the golden age of cultivation.
"That person is you."
…
Braydon understood what his wife was planning.
He hadn't shared this with his son, but Trevon had already figured it out, so there was no harm in telling him now.
