"You must be tired from your journey. Get some rest."
The door closed softly, sealing the room from the world outside.
Chen Qing knew that the last lingering worry in Ms. Han's heart had finally been laid to rest tonight.
He sat alone by the window, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops falling from the eaves, his heart a storm of emotions.
Everything he had seen and heard since returning home flashed through his mind, scene by scene—his mother's stable and prosperous life, his cousin's success at the clothier's, and even his aunt's overly eager flattery.
Even though he was far away in the Sect, had done nothing, and said nothing, he had already changed the trajectory of the lives of those around him.
'Human relationships, the warmth and the cold, all tangled up with self-interest... That's just how the world is.'
Chen Qing let out a soft breath, then took out a Quenching Gang Pill and swallowed it, continuing his Cultivation.
「The next day, the sky cleared.」
