Hearing his mother's heartfelt words, he closed his eyes and pressed the back of his hand against them. A single tear finally slipped down his cheek, though he didn't want his mother to see it. He thought that, in front of her, he always became a crybaby, unable to hold back his tears. Irene gently stroked her son's forehead with all the affection of a loving mother. Watching him cry like this reminded her of when he was a child, sobbing in her arms.
After a few moments, Aldrian wiped away his tears and looked at his mother again. This time, he seemed to understand something.
"Yes, it seems I've been overthinking. Mother will always trust and support me," he thought, initially, he was afraid that if his parents learned about what he had done and what he planned to do, they would worry, potentially limiting his actions in the future. However, he had momentarily forgotten that his parents were both renowned and powerful cultivators with strong upbringings rooted in noble families.
