"Xiao Mu."
Xiao Mu approached the young Mutated Being and squatted beside him.
"I have heard of your name. You're very powerful, much more so than me."
The young Mutated Being said with respect on his face, "My name is Yang Ze."
"Yang Ze, nice to meet you. What's this jar for?"
Xiao Mu pointed to the two ashes urns beside Yang Ze.
Yang Ze lowered his head to look at the ashes urns, a look of admiration on his face as he pointed at each urn, "This is my dad, this is my mom."
Xiao Mu looked surprised. Yang Ze actually carried his parents' ashes urns with him. What was this for?
Yang Ze seemed to guess Xiao Mu's confusion. The young man suddenly smiled warmly, "Do you think I am a failure, carrying my parents' ashes into battle?"
"Just curious!" said Xiao Mu indifferently.
A nostalgic expression crossed Yang Ze's face, "When I was alive, we were poor, and my parents' income wasn't high. They were too frugal to eat meat, opting for frozen chicken skin from the market instead."
