"Mom, why do we have to stay here all the time? It's not fun at all. I want to go out."
Inside the cold cave, a young boy of about four or five years old complained.
There were only two people in the cave, a stunningly beautiful woman and a young boy. The boy had a robust and charming look, but at that moment, his face was full of impatience, with his mouth pouting in a tantrum.
The beautiful woman coaxed, "Chengcheng, be good. Don't throw a tantrum. What did Mommy teach you? A man needs to learn to be patient, to stay calm in the face of anything. You must diligently study the cultivation technique your father passed on to you and become an even more formidable cultivator than your father in the future."
The mother and son were Helian Rong and Yang Cheng.
With his big eyes, Yang Cheng stared at Helian Rong and asked, "Mom, are we imprisoned?"
Helian Rong's heart ached as she stroked Yang Cheng's head. After thinking for a moment, she nodded.
