The Su Mansion.
Mr. and Mrs. Su stood under a nearby veranda, watching the noisy group of young people in the pavilion, their faces alight with gratified smiles.
"My dear, look. Ling'er has made so many friends," Mrs. Su said softly.
Mr. Su nodded, his gaze falling upon his daughter's group of friends. The young man named Wang Xiedi was grabbing Lin Qingfeng's sleeve and complaining about something, while Lin Qingfeng just looked completely unfazed.
He couldn't quite make out their words, and much of what he could hear, he didn't understand. But when his gaze landed on his own son, Su Wenxuan, his brow furrowed unconsciously.
'This boy is thinking about becoming some "ninth-rate sect" martial hero again... Sigh. The martial world... It's not so easy to make a name for yourself there. First he reads some stories and wants to pursue Cultivation, and now he wants to be a great hero. He's just a child, why is he always dreaming about such things?'
