They instinctively held their son's hand and asked, "Son, are you alright? Our strength has not improved much over the years, perhaps we should just give up."
But Xia Feng did not respond to them.
No, it wasn't that he didn't respond; Xia Feng's throat rolled, and the sound of snoring while asleep rang out.
"..."
"Child's father, is our son asleep?" Mrs. Xia said, half amused and half helpless.
She thought Xia Feng was activating some cultivation technique, but it turned out he was sleeping.
"Maybe he's too tired after the battle today. It was against nine Martial Emperors," Father Xia said awkwardly, with three black lines appearing on his forehead.
"Never mind, let him rest well. Although we don't know what method he's trying to use, it seems to have failed,"
Father Xia sighed, "Let's rest too. Tomorrow morning, let's tidy up things; I'll go to the library to find a map of the Eastern Wilderness Forest. Our son has finally made progress, we mustn't hold him back."
