But when he returned to visit his mother before, he once saw her sitting alone in the small courtyard, muttering to herself with a desolate expression.
"Go ahead, follow your heart. No matter the outcome, just don't let yourself regret it."
Lu Changsheng didn't say much.
A dutiful son with a sense of responsibility is naturally a good thing.
But he didn't want these to become shackles, binding his own son.
"Yes, father."
Lu Ping'an sighed and said no more, walking towards Bi Shui Lake, pondering how to begin.
"Wait."
Lu Changsheng stopped his son, took out a jug of wine from the storage ring, tossed it to him, and said: "You can take a couple of sips to courage up."
"Also, this sword is now your personal sword; if you don't have any other gifts ready, you can give this sword as a token of affection to young Qin."
Lu Changsheng also took out a sparkling Flying Sword from the storage ring, erased the marks on it, and tossed it to his son.
