A seemingly casual remark from the Profound Old Ghost snapped Mu Chen out of his daze.
'All this time, I haven't been alone…'
Muttering softly, Mu Chen slowly turned his head toward the Profound Old Ghost beside him, a stunned look on his face.
The Profound Old Ghost let out a soft breath and smiled. "That's right. Doesn't Xiao Chenzi still have his Master?"
As he spoke, the Profound Old Ghost slowly rose to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Mu Chen. Clasping his hands behind his back, he gazed at the flowerbed before them and continued, "It's certainly a good thing to shoulder everything by yourself; it helps a person grow. But before you met your Master, weren't you always just enduring it all on your own, Xiao Chenzi? How did that feel? Was it pleasant?"
The familiar scenery of the back mountain brought back a flood of memories. Mu Chen's mind was instantly filled with recollections of his tormented childhood. He felt a sting in his nose, and his eyes began to redden.
