"So, you are that noble who is being hunted by the kingdom?" Hinxao was surprised, they were now sitting together in front of the campfire, enjoying dinner. "What in the world happened to you?"
Rensani looked down, looking at the ceramic bowls in both hands. "The matter is complicated, but the outline is that Renxian, my son, was unable to cultivate to the next level at the age of eight."
The woman turned her head to the side, watching her boy whose black hair was now starting to grow ā silent, not having eaten his food at all. What his mother said was exactly what happened in his dream, everything was concrete and precise.
"But... but how did you survive them?" now the old man chimed in who had originally shared the story with Renxian and Siuxa, also being there this time.
"I ran to the forest," she began to speak the truth. "Some Royal Guardians and weishi chased me."
