Dong—
As Wu Liang heard these words, his foot landed on the ground with a "dong" sound, and he was stunned on the spot.
After taking a few deep breaths, he looked into the eyes of Sealed Yao Qingxue and said, "First, answer me... Is the origin of the Promised Land related to Dad?"
Seeing the complex emotions in her son's eyes, Sealed Yao Qingxue knew he had already guessed something.
A shimmer of tears appeared in her eyes as she forced a smile and said, "Xiaoliang, you are very smart, but I wish you weren't this smart."
"Because the cost of being smart is often knowing and bearing pains that ordinary people cannot accept."
"I hoped you could live a peaceful and happy life, rather than fighting for your life on the battlefield."
Listening to his mother's words, Wu Liang let out a heavy sigh.
He reached out to gently wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes and said, "Let's talk about it at home."
With that, he headed towards Taohua Village.
