Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
As time passed and it became late autumn, the harvest season was nearing its end. The small village near Sword Sect had been spared any natural disasters this year, resulting in a bountiful harvest. The men of the village dried and stored the year's rice crop in granaries, feeling content knowing there was enough to last the entire next year, with plenty left over. One man was in high spirits and dragged a long bench to the front of his house. He took out his pipe, filled it with tobacco, and began to leisurely puff away.
However, as he enjoyed this rare moment of leisure amidst the swirling smoke, his wife emerged from the house, looking somewhat glum. She sat down beside him, frequently glancing toward the back mountain.
How could the man not know what his wife was thinking? He said rather impatiently, "Our son wasn't abducted by anyone, he's gone there to train in the sword. He will become a great sword immortal someday. What are you worried about?"
The woman who had been holding back her tears, could no longer contain them after her husband's words. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, "I know, but it's been so long since I've seen him. Is he getting enough to eat over there? Is he happy? He's... just a child!"
The man took a few more puffs from his pipe, exhaling a large cloud of smoke. He was also somewhat moved and patted his wife's shoulder. “Don't worry too much. You agreed to this back then, and the boy himself wanted to go. It's too late for regrets now.”
The woman nodded, it was just that she continued to sob. No mother in the world did not want her child to succeed, but no mother wanted her child far from home, facing hardships with their well-being unknown.
The man thought for a moment and then asked softly, “How about I go to the back mountain tomorrow and see if we can get the boy to come out and see us? But I heard from the old people in the village that once they go up the mountain and learn some skills, they might not even acknowledge their parents.”
The woman was shocked and questio
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