Could a young boy whose meridians are naturally blocked and can't cultivate truly become a powerful cultivator of his generation? Besides, although Chu Mo is still young, he's already twelve or thirteen years old. At this age, he's still a good-for-nothing physically—can he really achieve anything worthwhile?
The emperor found it hard to believe, but this was something he had no choice but to accept.
In the end, he finally made a decision and said to Xia Zhenzhen, "In that case, you should spend more time with him. But remember: first, don't cause him any trouble; and second, don't harm him. Even if ultimately we determine he can't cultivate and has no great prospects, you mustn't harm him. This isn't only because his father is a general; it's also because his father is my brother."
The emperor looked serious as he spoke to Xia Zhenzhen.
"Father, don't worry. I know what to do," Xia Zhenzhen replied, practically pounding her chest with her answer.
