In the evening, after the family had dinner, Shen Yuan practiced Pile Skill in the courtyard.
The young Shen Wen'an practiced Sword Skill on the side.
Ever since the incident at the orchard, Shen Yuan felt that his son had changed.
He became more silent than before and sometimes did not want to say much, even to him and Hu Yufen.
Besides, his obsession with cultivation deepened.
It seemed, in his eyes, the only meaningful things were practicing Pile Skill and Sword Skill, apart from eating and sleeping.
"Wen'an, come here."
After completing the Sword Skill taught by Huang Lingxiu, Shen Wen'an was about to wash up when Shen Yuan called him over.
He turned around, looked at his father with curiosity, and walked slowly over.
"Father has something to teach you."
Shen Yuan hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Is it a Martial Art skill?"
The little guy seldom spoke.
Shen Yuan nodded slightly, "Yes, you could say that."
