A few seconds later, two familiar faces appeared on the light screen.
Father Xu and Mrs. Xu both looked well. The background was the living room of their old home in Dongjiang Province, and on the table was a lavish New Year's Eve dinner.
"Wuyi!" Mrs. Xu's eyes lit up, her face wreathed in smiles. "Have you eaten? Is the school cafeteria still open? Mom's telling you, you can't neglect yourself during the New Year..."
"Mom, I've eaten," Xu Wuyi said with a small smile. "The school has made arrangements, so don't worry."
Father Xu nodded from the side. His expression was calm and steady, but his eyes held a hint of concern. "Is your training going smoothly? I heard from your Teacher Wang that you've made great progress."
"It's going okay, progressing as planned," Xu Wuyi said, not going into detail.
His parents weren't Martial Artists and had a limited understanding of cultivation at the Martial Master Stage. Saying too much would only make them worry.
