Published: March 9, 2025
Yang Ruolan would almost daily seek out Meng Chaoran to chat, inquiring about her son Chu Yang's situation over the years.
The frequency of these interactions made Grandpa Chu and Chu Feiling quite jealous. If it weren't for his absolute trust in his wife, he might have developed other thoughts, as Meng Chaoran's demeanor was undeniably impressive...
Madam Yang's questions were endless, ranging from how he was found as an infant, to how she managed to raise him through his early years, and into his preschool age...
What did he look like at one year old? What about at two? What clothes did he wear? What did he usually eat? What was his favorite food? And what did he dislike the most? Was there anything he particularly hated?
How did he start practicing martial arts? When did he first fall during wrestling, and did he cry afterwards? Did he have new clothes for the New Year? Did he have toys as a child?
What was Chu Yang's favorite game?
And so on and so forth...
Poor Meng Chaoran, a grown man, though he experienced all these moments personally, how could he possibly remember every detail? A person so carefree and elegant was stuttering under Yang Ruolan’s barrage of questions, sweating profusely.
"Can't remember because it's been too long? No worries, take your time... think again? Think carefully, don’t rush..."
"Think again..."
"Really can't remember? That's alright... let's change the question..."
"Think about it, think carefully, really think it through..."
Yang Ruolan was full of enthusiasm, never tiring of her inquiries.
Meng Chaoran had already gone over the few things he could recall several hundred times, yet each time Yang Ruolan listened with rapt attention, and when she felt particularly moved, she would start wiping away tears...
Even someone like Meng Chaoran was starting to feel overwhelmed, as if he were about to shout for help.
To talk about something once and shed tears is understandable, but doing so a hundred times?
That’s just unbearable; what kind of situation is this...
Especially since I’m still a guest in your home, and while chatting, you suddenly start crying—how am I supposed to explain that?
It was truly... extremely awkward.
Eventually, whenever Meng Chaoran saw Yang Ruolan, he would immediately try to escape as far as possible... If it weren’t for Ye Chuchen being unable to move here, Meng Chaoran would have nearly wanted to run away and wander the martial arts world...
It seemed just too embarrassing...
This time, as news from the Central Capital arrived, Meng Chaoran naturally became an essential person for discussion.
"Meng Shifu, what do you think about this matter..." Chu Feiling asked politely.
Seeing it wasn't Yang Ruolan asking him questions, Meng Chaoran breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his usual calm demeanor: "This... it doesn't matter. Let them stir things up; we in the Chu Family shouldn’t get involved..."
Chu Feiling was taken aback; this was about heavenly demons annihilating the world, potentially signaling the apocalypse, yet Meng Chaoran spoke so nonchalantly?
Wasn't this just too calm?!
For a moment, Chu's father couldn't help but admire this master of his son: look at that composure and grace! Only someone like him could teach a monster like my son; as the saying goes, 'Like master, like disciple', the ancients truly were not deceiving me...
"However, about Fengyue, I haven’t been able to locate them, and I don’t know where these two seniors have gone. Meng Shifu, do you..." Chu Feiling said, concerned that it might delay his son's matters, as Fengyue were peak powerhouses of the age. With their support, it would undoubtedly be a great help for Chu Yang.
"You needn't worry about that; they left long ago. I estimate that they have most likely already left the southeastern domain, at most a day's journey from the Central Capital," Meng Chaoran said lightly. "When the news about the heavenly demons came, they couldn't sit still. This time, they're sneaking out because of this incident... With them heading out and the strength of Chu Yang’s brothers, I believe the nine great clans won’t just sit by. Thus, apart from the law enforcers, all the strongest forces under the Nine Heavens have united. I believe we can definitely handle this calamity..."