In the inner city, a boy wore a radiant smile as he rushed to his clan's mansion.
'Hahaha. This is amazing!' he exclaimed in his mind.
Just as he entered, lost in his excitement, a sharp voice echoed in his ears.
"Qing Yu, where are you coming from?" a middle-aged woman demanded in a cold tone.
'Hmm?!'
Qing Yu froze; fear crept up his face. Slowly, he turned his head and looked at his mother.
"M-Mother…" he stammered, his back drenched in cold sweat.
What was his mother doing here? By this time, his mother would be sleeping or cultivating.
This is bad!
In the Qing clan, the person he feared the most was his mother. He would rather be caught by his father than his mother.
I'm doomed!
"Can't you speak? I'm talking to you!" his mother demanded, her anger rising.
Qing Yu trembled and took a deep breath. He knew if he did not respond immediately, this would make her more furious.
And his mother's anger was not something he could bear.
