"Come in, mother." Arc's voice echoed, causing the doors to his cultivation chamber to open.
A woman wearing an emerald-black silk robe interwoven with cloud embroidery appeared before him. It was none other than Fiora. With her hands clasped elegantly, she floated towards her son slowly, soft green light pulses generating wind that pushed her forward.
"My child, how have you been these days? Is your health good after dispersing your cultivation?"
Arc cast a look at his mother, who didn't hide her worry. It was literally etched on her face, and seeing it always brought a pang of hurt to swell in his heart.
"Ma, you can't keep worrying about me."
Fiora appeared in front of him and placed a hand on his shoulder, and used her soul sense to survey him.
"Ma…!" Arc protested over the invasion of privacy, but he was helpless.
He had already become an adult, having crossed sixteen years of age, yet she was thoroughly sweeping him with her soul sense, as if he were still a child.
