Mo Jian sat in front of his parents, sipping his spiritual tea. They had been staring at each other for the past minute, but no one spoke.
His father and mother exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to say.
This was the first time they had seen their son behave so maturely, and it made them uncomfortable.
Seeing his parents act like children, he sighed and shook his head.
"How is your injury?"
"Huh?"
His parents widened their eyes, their jaws slightly dropping.
"Hmm. Hmm." His father recovered and cleared his throat. "Son, you don't have to worry. We're fine. The injury is nothing."
"Yes… Don't concern yourself with us." His mother added. "Congratulations on your breakthrough."
They tried to change the topic, but Mo Jian glared at them.
"Fine…" His mother sighed. "We're recovering, but it will take half a year to a year before we fully heal."
Hearing this, Mo Jian frowned. "Huh! That's serious. What about healing and recovery pills?"
