Book 5, Zifu Disciple, Chapter 9 – Warmth
Ji Ishwin looked at his son. After hesitating, he said, "All I can tell you is that he is a disciple of Snowdragon Mountain, and that his grandfather is a Summit Master of one of their mountain summits, an individual on the Primal Daoist level."
Ning's face changed.
Primal Daoist?
"He himself is just a Zifu Disciple and not worthy of being afraid of." Ishwin shook his head. "But behind him stands a Primal Daoist...we truly cannot irriate him! If we struggle against him, the only result will be the extermination of the entire Ji clan. This is why your mother and I have never mentioned this, nor said a single word regarding this in front of you. Ever since that, after your mother and I stealthily returned to the Ji clan, we have always remained very low-key. However, most likely that person didn't hold your mother and I in any regard at all.
Ishwin looked at his son. "You are now an adult, and you are very talented. According to what that Adept Mu said, it is possible that you might one day join the Raindragon Guards. This is why I have told you these things. Otherwise...I had planned to never tell you."
"What is he called?" Ning pursued this line of questioning.
"Once you become a Wanxiang Adept, I will tell you." Ishwin said. "If I were to die, your Uncle White will tell you. That year, your Uncle White risked his life to carry your mother and flee. He saved your life, and he knew exactly what happened that year."
Ning said frantically, "You can't tell me now?"
"What good would it be if I did tell you?" Ishwin barked. "Will you go seek revenge? That's just looking for death! First be patient and endure. After enduring for a few years, you'll have calmed down as well."
"Remember"!
Ishwin stared at Ning. "Don't let hatred cloud your eyes. In this vast, endless world, slaughter and hatred is omnipresent. It is guaranteed that you will one day leave Swallow Mountain. In the vast world outside, those major schools, clans, and powerful sects are all hard to deal with. Snowdragon Mountain is nothing more than a millstone for you to sharpen your blade on, during your path to becoming an Immortal!"
Ning nodded slightly.
"On your hopes rest the future of both the Ji clan and the Yuchi clan, understood?" Ishwin said. "To become famous throughout this boundless world, and to make Snowdragon Mountain as well as the various other powers all lower their heads and submit to you; this is what your mother and I hope to see the most!"
"Yes." Ning nodded solemnly.
"Make your mother and me proud of you!" Ishwin stared at his son. "My son!"
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The autumn wind blew. Dry leaves fell.
Yuchi Snow was seated on a long bench in front of her room. The beast fur pelt laid on the bench was warm and soft. There was a layer of beast fur on Snow's body as well. Her face was even more ashen now. She held her son's hand, then turned to say towards Ishwin, who was standing next to her, "Ishwin, bring those beast furs over."
"Alright." Ishwin immediately entered the room, quickly returning while carrying a pile of beast fur clothes.
"This is...?" Ning looked at the beast fur clothes.
Ishwin said, "Your mother hasn't had anything to do in recent days, and so she's been sewing these beast fur clothes. Every single thread and stitch is the labor of your mother's hands." Seated there, Snow said softly, "There's quite a few by now. I only made twelve sets of clothes in the past three months. They are all suitable for your current size and stature. In the future, Mother won't be able to be by your side, but these clothes will accompany you."
