Rouxi had been really frustrated these past few days, to be honest.
She had finally gotten a son—the one thing she wanted most in the world.
Everyone praised her for her foresight in adopting such an incomparable talent. Even a great master from the central region, a full cosmic emperor, had personally sought her out just to inquire about Qingyi's personality.
All of it made her feel happy and proud, yet also a little bitter.
The reason?
Her adopted son hadn't spent a single moment with her since the duel against that damned Long Aoxue!
They crossed paths from time to time, sure, but he always locked himself back in his room before they could exchange more than a few words.
Of course, all that bitterness evaporated the moment she sensed his cultivation.
The peak of the Celestial Origin Realm.
Advancing that quickly was possible, and not exactly unheard of. But such progress always came at the cost of tons of precious resources.
