"In this life, I'm fortunate to have married you, my husband. Please, take good care of Ping'an."
Before Lu Lanshu died, she left a letter for Lu Changsheng, containing only this brief sentence.
Even though Lu Ping'an had become renowned throughout the world, she still worried about her son, feeling that his character was too straightforward and prone to suffering losses.
After Lu Lanshu was laid to rest, Lu Changsheng told his son, Lu Ping'an, that if he wished to venture out to train, he could do so at any time without worrying about matters at home.
When parents are present, one should not travel far.
Lu Ping'an had not traveled far these past years, partly due to his mother's impending end.
"Father, I will mourn for my mother for a year, then consider going out to train."
Lu Ping'an spoke softly.
"Alright."
Lu Changsheng nodded.
His son's Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art had already reached the peak of the eighth level.
