"Sheng'er, do you not enjoy sword practice?" The father and son were silent for a while before Ye Qiu suddenly spoke.
Upon hearing this, Ye Sheng was startled and quickly stood up, saying anxiously, "No, Father, Sheng'er wishes to be a Sword Cultivator."
"You don't need to be afraid, sit down and let's talk." Ye Qiu sighed deeply, realizing for the first time that he had been imposing his ways on Sheng'er, and it's no wonder that Sheng'er might develop a Heart Demon in the future.
Seeing Ye Qiu's oppressive demeanor, Ye Sheng started blaming himself again, wondering if he had done something wrong or if he had embarrassed his Father. His father, the renowned Lonely Swallow Sword Lord, must be so disappointed to have a son who didn't love sword practice!
"Sheng'er, Father is not blaming you. These past few days I kept thinking, am I harming you by forcing you to practice the sword?" Ye Qiu looked at his son, falling into self-reproach.
