"Should we interfere?" Feng Yuyan asked, still smiling, but her eyes now looked incredibly serious.
Her fingers twitched, ready to weave the laws of creation to shield her nephew.
Chu Xueyu hummed, her eyes narrowed into golden slits as she stared at the swirling abyss in the sky, then back to Haoran, who stood defiantly upon the kiosk.
She saw the firmness on his shoulders, the absolute lack of fear in his golden eyes, and she slowly shook her head.
"No," she said, her voice low and somewhat cold, but it contained the absolute belief she had for her son, "Haoran can handle that. If he is to be the King of the New Era, he must be able to stare down the eye of even the heavenly storm itself."
Leng Shuang agreed with that statement, "Back then, didn't we also go through something similar? Haoran is the combination of the three of us. He will be able to handle this much."
