An Occasion of a Farewell

"Work hard, children."

There was an inexplicable sense of sympathy in the white-gowned lady's voice as she said, "When your cultivation base reaches a level where it can be of use, your parents' friends will come looking for you to rescue them together. In this universe, those who are able to save them are too few in number. Perhaps, other than their direct descendants, there are no others."

"This is the Ninth Abyss' unique arcane magic," she spoke in a low voice.

Yun Yang second-guessed himself then. 'Could this actually be real?'

No matter how calm the lady looked and how serious her actions were, it was a challenge to hold back her laughter; she almost broke the façade a few times. She ultimately succeeded with much effort, the willed composure built up from countless years allowing her to maintain the grim front without a crack in her serious mien.

All this while, the exchange of voice travel had gone on many times externally –

"Aren't you being too spiteful?"