Unfortunately, the conversation between the mother and son was overheard by Ye Xuan. However, in response to Ying Lingxue's words, Ye Xuan only gave a faint smile without any trace of anger.
Because Ye Xuan didn't need the young boy to believe in him. He merely regarded the boy as a sharp blade in his hand, to be wielded at a critical moment, and that was sufficient.
The conversation between the mother and son continued as Ye Xuan stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, allowing the snow to fall around him, remaining unmoved.
Nobody knew Ye Xuan's true intentions, nor did anyone understand why he spent so much time on this young boy.
It was merely that Ye Xuan never engaged in pointless actions. He interrupted his own cultivation to come here because the boy was an extremely important chess piece in his hands, one that was crucial to a matter of great significance.
The Strongest Power!
Indeed, it was the Eternal Supreme Power!
