"Wu Er, where did you go!? Do you know how worried I was, huh?" The lady wore a green robe and luxurious golden earrings with rubies attached. The details and craftsmanship of the accessories were extremely detailed.
"Sigh~ i-it's my fault Wife. He begged me to let him go explore." A ragged buff middle aged man tangled his fingers nervously.
"And you just let him?! You know of his condition!! If the Heavenly flame were to explode, our son would have burned to ashes! Wu Jing!! He's only 8 years old! 8 Years old!!"
"Wife, I-"
"Forget it." She wiped her tears and turned to Wu Er with a forced smile as she tried not to cry. "Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Tell mom okay sweetie?" She caressed his head gently, as if the slightest touch would shatter him.
"Mom, I met a god!"
"Haha, did a immortal cultivator trick you into being their disciple, my little one." she lightly pinched his cheeks.
"Nope! It was a real god! Like the story, Legend of Gods you read to me!"
"Wu Er, those only exists in books. No god has lived since then, and it's been, who knows how long."
"Hm! If you don't believe me then look at this."
Wu Er held out his palm and a spark lit up to the ceiling instantly burning through the whole place.
"WU ER!!"
Wu Ers' mother reached out despite the scorching burn and into the flames.
"WIFE!"
Fortunately, Wu Jing had held her back or else jumped into the sea of flames, turning to ashes. Even for them, some of the strongest immortals, would burn in front of the Heavenly flames.
"LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!"
"WIFE CALM DOWN! CALM DOWN!"
Wu Ers' mother flailed and tried to get out of the restraints, but to no avail. Her nose filled with snot, her face covered in tears, but she didn't care about looks when her child was getting hurt in front of her.
"Mom are you okay?!"
Rushing out of the flames unharmed, Wu Er knelt down and cries in front of her.
"I-I'm sorry mom! I didn't mean to!"
Wu Er held the scalded and burnt hand of his mother.
If only he was just a bit further away when he demonstrated it, if only he had been more careful, if only...
Just then he felt his mothers embrace.
"Thank goodness your okay! That's all that matters! That's all that matters!"
She was crying, but she was also smiling.
Wu Jing looked at the two of them and joins in their hugs.
"Thank goodness your both alright!" He begins crying as well as his tears fell. Had he been quicker to react...
They were blaming themselves for hurting their beloved.
They were blaming themselves for not being careful.
But in the end. They were all safe and sound.
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After a couple of hours, they had finally calmed down. Wu Jing dealt with the repairs and called a physician to take care of his wife, Hua Hua.
After the physician left, they questioned him.
Wu Jing asked, "Wu Er, is your Heavenly flame..."
"Yes, Father! I can now use it and it doesn't hurt one bit. It's like it's become a part of me now...Though I say that, I still can't control it as well..."
He looks at the bandages on his mothers hand and arms.
She lowered her head so that his eyes met hers. Then she smiled.
"My Wu Ers' so talented to be able to use the Heavenly flame! I'm sure you'll become a immortal hero in the future, hahaha!"
Her laughter fell into his ears and he could only hold back his tears and smile. "Un!!"
"...Wu Er this person you call God? Was he the one who helped you?"
"Yes, father. I met him when I was visiting the Righteous Sect in advanced."
"The Righteous Sect!?" Hua Hua exclaims in surprise. "Was there anyone there who is strong enough to be able to temper the Heavenly flame, Husband?"
"Wife, according to what I know, there should be no one. The sect master of the Righteous Sect, Ku Jiao, should have around the same level of strength as me. Though he might be more powerful, but even then, not enough to temper the Heavenly flame..."
"Then.." She turned to Wu Er. "Did he tell you his name?"
"Un! After begging for his name in order to repay him, he said his name was Fei Han!"
"Fei Han..." Wu Jing stroke his beard.
"Have you heard of him?" Hua hua asked.
Wu Jing shook his head. "I've never heard of him, but to be able to easily temper the flames....he really might be....a true god."
"Hehe, that means I was right! He said he wasn't a god, but he easily turned day to night just by sweeping, and tamed the heavenly flames!"
"Hm? Sweeping?"
"Un! Senior Fei was sweeping leaves. Now that I think about it, his clothes seemed to be similar to the servants clothes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, he must be like a hermit who stays low, right father!?"
"....Did he tell you not to tell anyone?"
Wu Er shook his head. "No, he seemed to not care."
"I see. Still don't tell anyone else what happened. Your mother and I will go and give our thanks."
"Can I-"
"Rest for now. It's been a long day Wu Er."
"But....I want to learn how to control my flames. I don't want to ever hurt someone important to me with my own flames!"
Hua hua looked at the maturity of her son. She smiled with pride. "Okay, then let's all go!"
Wu Jing said nothing and simply smiled at the love between his wife and child. His only regret was...that he wasn't the one to get burnt instead of his wife.