Time passed quickly, and Xiao Ling's long story finally came to an end. Xiao Ling downed several glasses of water as he spoke to clear his throat.
Mo Shatian knew that this was not something that could be talked about easily. He saw many expressions that he would never see from Xiao Ling in his lifetime. Perhaps this was also one of the reasons why he didn't want his own daughter to sit and listen.
Mo Shatian still couldn't understand what he was feeling at the moment, even after hearing all of this. This was the first time he had heard stories about his own father, but not a single emotion arose in him. His mother had never once told him about his father, whenever he asked, his mother would always smile and be evasive—just saying that he not only had his father's eyes and looks, but also his personality.
"I'm sure this is something you already know, your mother's body condition has been steadily deteriorating since then. But your mother was unfortunately not endowed with Spiritual Root. So it's impossible for her to become a Cultivator who might be able to make her body condition much better."
Xiao Ling's words brought Mo Shatian—who was lost in thought—back to himself again.
"At the time, I didn't understand what she was trying to say at all, but looking back on it. Perhaps your mother was always thinking about your father, and I could see the sadness and pain on her face whenever she talked about him."
They say that the first thing needed for a healthy body is to have a healthy mind. Perhaps this is true, because it is very difficult to have a healthy body if the mind is always filled with negative things, such as sadness and loneliness.
"I think your mother knows this more than anyone, and because of that, she asked me not to tell you anything except when you are older and can take all the responsibility for yourself, or when you come to me and ask me all this on your own."
Mo Shatian, who had been listening, began to sink into his musings. Although there were many things he wanted to know, but for now, it was not important at all, right now what was on his mind was to digest all the information he received.
I wonder... If I had known all this, I probably never would have chosen to become a cultivator. I couldn't bear to see my mother fall sick and her body began weaken all day long, while I was the one born with the talent of being a cultivator.
Maybe my nature was also the reason why mother never told me about father. Maybe she didn't want me to worry unnecessarily.
His thoughts and face became darker and darker as he sank deeper into his thoughts—and finally, he chose to ignore them, deciding there was no point in thinking about them anymore.
He also began to understand the reason why Xiao Ling had never told him until now—perhaps if the so-called Heavenly Tribulation had not happened, he might still find out one day. That event only led him to find out of his own free will.
"But to be clear, it was my own decision not to tell you all this time."
Mo Shatian understood very well that Xiao Ling would fulfill her mother's request—even though Xiao Ling tried to reproach himself by saying that it was his own decision—Xiao Ling would never refuse after knowing that it was her only request to him.
He probably also understood the reason behind it—no, he must have already figured it out. Mo Shatian thought after hearing that.
"So after hearing everything, do you have anything to say?"
Xiao Ling said it with an expression that Mo Shatian had never seen before—an expression that seemed to be mocking himself.