The night air by the sea was a little cool.
In a daze, Tan Chang had become the Flower Fairy's godson.
This felt rather strange to Tan Chang, who had been selected from an orphanage by the Jiang Family, raised to be a shadow, and had never experienced familial affection.
The Flower Fairy spoke as if giving her last will and testament, rambling on about a great many things, including pointers for cultivation and all of her possessions.
"Senior... are you preparing for..." Tan Chang mustered the courage to speak, but the word "Mom" never quite left his lips.
The Flower Fairy didn't mind, saying cheerfully, "I still have one battle left with someone from the Exotic Realm, so I must prepare for what comes after."
"Exotic Realm..." Tan Chang fell silent.
