Even the most vicious tiger would not eat its cubs, let alone that famous Sword Saint across Yuanzhou. Once confirming that his mother was safe, Tang Luo was left with nothing but worry.
His concern was about his grandpa, a figure he had never met but held deep impressions of.
He was the eldest son at home. He remembered when he was a child, his family wasn't affluent. His ostentatious mother, Xu Shuhui, was in charge of their family's finances back then, but her spending habits were not as extravagant as they were now.
She used to hold him while sorting through accounts, muttering about how to allocate funds to keep his father fed while retaining some income. After all, a martial artist with dual power bloodline could really eat a lot.
As their family's conditions improved over time and less financial planning was necessary, his mother would occasionally reminisce about her past in Yuanzhou with him.
