Follow the path of Dao from infancy

So it turned out that this child had only spent a mere hundred days with their niece.

This so-called deep bond between mother and son, I'm afraid, was far more tenuous than they had imagined.

But thinking about all that Li Hao had done before, his desperate battles in the arena, defeating all the proud geniuses, and withstanding the Holy Bone, what exactly was going on in this child's heart?

"More than a decade... How could Qingqing be so foolish!"

Ji Yun Yue knew it wasn't right to speak ill of Li Hao's mother in front of him, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for the child.

Ji Tian Chao and others were silent as well. They had thought that this grandson, so indifferent and even bearing his mother's surname, had come here to redeem her, believing in a deep mother-son relationship, but it turned out to be quite the opposite.

With only about a hundred days of time together, unless Li Hao had an extraordinary memory, he probably had no recollection of his mother at all.

"Do you... hate your mother then?" Ji Yunqing couldn't help asking.

Li Hao was slightly taken aback and shook his head, "Of course not, I was clothed in silk and fed with jade, someone looked after me, she had her own affairs, and fighting in battles is very tough."

His lack of resentment also stemmed from one reason, he was transmigrated, and as a mature soul, he never harbored much attachment in the first place.

Hearing the young man's words, the others felt a silence weighing on their hearts, as if something sharp had pierced them; Ji Yun Yue turned her head away, covering her face with her sleeve, stealthily wiping away tears.

"Good boy, when your mother sees you this time, she will definitely be proud of you!"

Ji Tian Chao's eyes were also somewhat reddened, but he suppressed his emotions and gave Li Hao a gentle smile.

The others all felt pity in their hearts, although they didn't know the exact reasons, a mother only spending around a hundred days with her own child was unacceptable by any means.

And now, this child, in order to free her, did not hesitate to venture into the Great Wilderness, come to the Ji Family, endure all kinds of provocation and humiliation, and challenge the heroes of the ancient wasteland. This true sentiment moved them all and made them want to cry.

"Qingqing was inexperienced as a new mother and lacked understanding, but unexpectedly, she has given birth to a smart and clever good son," the old fourth said in a low voice, his tone somewhat hoarse.

"You came here for Qingqing's sake, putting yourself at risk. Aren't you afraid of dying?" Ji Yunqing asked with a heartache.

Li Hao shook his head: "I believe in Senior Yun Ge. Even if I can't meet her, I believe I can still save myself. If I can see her, then I'll just try my luck. Since I have this strength, it's only natural that I use it."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Seeing Li Hao mention Ji Yun Ge, the others fell silent. Only now did they understand that all the praise Ji Yun Ge had previously lavished on this young man was not an exaggeration.

No wonder their third brother, who was so high and mighty, held him in such high regard.

This child... left them nothing to criticize, his devotion and sincerity were even more precious than talent!

"Good boy, you should rest well for now. Later, I'll have someone bring the Observing Heaven Mirror. Then, you can see your mother. It's a pity she can't see you from Qiu Tian Dao, but soon you both will be able to meet," Ji Tian Chao said softly.

He patted Li Hao's shoulder and pointed towards a side hall: "This is where your mother lived; you can take a good look around."

Li Hao nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the others also let Li Hao rest first. After all, Li Hao had not taken any Spirit medicine after battling many proud geniuses successively. Anyone else would have already collapsed from exhaustion.

After they left one after another, Li Hao glanced at the luxurious palace, looked around inside, and then saw a painting on one of the walls.

In the painting was a slender and graceful young girl, beautiful and vibrant.

She radiated the fresh liveliness of youth, her eyes innocent and bright, yet shining with a clever light.

In Li Hao's mind, the vague memory seemed to quietly emerge at this moment, becoming clearer.

The face with only bright eyes became distinct, as if piercing through a thin mist.

Li Hao gazed at it for a moment and immediately understood that the girl in the painting was his mother when she was young.

Suddenly feeling something in his heart, Li Hao called over Ji Yun Yue and the other attendants waiting at the door and asked them to fetch him paper and ink.