Xue Ying was currently accompanying his mother Rong Xing Lan and sister. They were presently chatting while eating.
Rong Xing Lan felt joyful because her son had finally left closed-door cultivation after more than 6,000 years; she had not seen her son ever since then. Currently, she was a noble, so it was logical that she could order the servants with a command, asking them to serve delicious food for them to enjoy.
"Even though cultivating is important, my son, there is no need to exhaust yourself so much." Rong Xing Lan smiled, "Mother might not understand many things, but I have read quite a few books these years and understand that cultivating the heart is important towards securing a bright future. Ultimately, son, you have experienced too few things."
"This son understands." Xue Ying obediently answered.
