The night was bright with lights at the Su Clan.

After several rounds of drinks.

Su Jue's face was flushed with a hint of intoxication. "Dad, your strength has indeed improved, but your son here is even better!"

"Alright, you're impressive. We'll battle another day!"

Su Changqing was even more inebriated than Su Jue. In a daze, he angrily addressed the air beside him.

"....."

Zhao Rong sighed, holding her forehead, and quickly turned Su Changqing's head toward Su Jue. "Your son is right here."

"Huh? Why do I have two sons?!"

Su Changqing chuckled foolishly. In his eyes, Su Jue had already become a blur.

"....."

Su Jue rubbed his temples. "Dad, you've had too much to drink. You should rest."

"I'm not drunk..."

As soon as Su Changqing finished speaking, he collapsed onto the table with a thud.

"Heh, Dad, you've lost again."

Satisfied, Su Jue leaned back in his chair, and on the brink of his own limits, he too fell into a deep sleep.

"You two are quite carefree."

Zhao Rong glanced at the two snoring away and said with mild annoyance.

"Yun Yun, Xin Xin, you two can stay in the guest room tonight. If you need anything, just let me know."

Zhao Rong looked at the two young girls with a kind smile.

"Okay, Auntie."

Although the nickname "Yun Yun" made her feel a bit uncomfortable, Han Yun still responded sweetly, just like Li Xin.

She could feel that Su Jue's mother was genuinely kind to her.

After instructing the servants to clean up the table, Zhao Rong carried the heavy Su Changqing back.

Fortunately, Zhao Rong was a cultivator with a decent cultivation level, so carrying Su Changqing wasn't a problem.

After settling Su Changqing, Zhao Rong was about to return to take her son to his room, only to find him already awake.

"Not going to sleep a bit longer?"

Zhao Rong handed a warm, damp towel to Su Jue. "Wipe your mouth."

"Thanks, Mom."

Su Jue took it with both hands and smiled.

"You brat, why are you being polite with your mom? Are you already sober?" Zhao Rong shook her head and asked.

Su Jue still felt a bit lightheaded. "Not really, but I can't sleep here."

Zhao Rong smacked her lips. "That's true. After all, you don't have a wife. No one to take care of you when you're drunk."

"......."

Su Jue's mouth twitched. "Mom, if you keep talking like that, I'll go back to the Sword Sect."

"Oh, threatening your mom now, huh? Am I not speaking the truth?"

Zhao Rong crossed her arms and huffed.

"Ahem."

Su Jue wanted to say he had a Dao partner, but his master was too intimidating.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread dot com".

He feared that if he mentioned it, his mom would keep asking questions, and it would be hard to explain. Everything else was easy to say, but he worried his mom wouldn't accept it quickly.

"Got nothing to say, huh? Look at the Wang family's son next door. He's your age, and his son is already a year old."

Zhao Rong said with disappointment.

"Mom, my ambition is on the Immortal Path."

Su Jue shook his head. Having children wasn't something he would consider before becoming an emperor.

"You may be on the Immortal Path, and I know your talent is extraordinary, not like ordinary people. But your mom is just an ordinary person."

"My lifespan is too short compared to yours. I might not live to see the day you have children, and it breaks my heart."

Zhao Rong sighed.

"Mom, don't say such things."

Su Jue shook his head. In this world, opportunities were abundant.

He had a system, and there were many ways to extend his parents' lifespans.

Moreover, his parents weren't weak. Their cultivation levels were both at Divine Transformation, which granted them a thousand years of life.

They were both under a hundred years old, with many good days ahead.

"Anyway, I don't care. I can understand not having children, but you must bring a wife home for me."

Zhao Rong insisted.

Su Jue was so outstanding, but she feared her son would become too absorbed in cultivation and end up without a Dao partner.

Even though Su Jue himself might be fine, having a woman by his side made a difference.

As someone who had been through it, Zhao Rong knew that having a family brought immense support and change to a person.

"That's not a problem, but I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it when the time comes."

Su Jue chuckled.

He couldn't help but imagine the scene if he brought his master back to the Su Clan.

Telling his mom the true identity of his master would surely be interesting.

Zhao Rong was indifferent. "What's there to not accept? Is she thousands of years older than you?"

"......"

Su Jue was stunned. His mom had guessed it right.

"Is she really thousands of years older?!"

Zhao Rong's eyes widened. If she was really that old, how should she address her?

Daughter-in-law?

At that age, she could be her ancestor.

Su Jue broke into a cold sweat. "How could that be?"

It seemed his mom couldn't accept this matter quickly, so he'd have to take it slow.

"That's good."

Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was getting late, she said, "Alright, no more talking. Go to bed. You've had a long journey, so take these days to rest well."

"Okay, Mom."

Su Jue also wanted to leave. His mom's words were shocking, and she was quite smart.

Even if he had some thoughts, it was easy to slip up in front of his mom.

Better to retreat for now and avoid making mistakes.

"Wait, how many days will you be staying this time?"

Zhao Rong asked.

"Three days. I'll be leaving after that."

"I came out with a task, and my master wants me to return as soon as it's completed."

Su Jue thought for a moment and said, estimating that three days was the maximum his master would tolerate.

Hearing this, Zhao Rong couldn't help but feel reluctant, her eyes moistening. "You brat, gone for three years, and now you're only staying for three days."

She knew her son's talent was exceptional, being the personal disciple of the Sword Sect's leader and bearing heavy responsibilities, but he was still her son.

She only wished for her son's safety, which was her greatest wish as a mother.

"Don't worry, Mom. The New Year is coming soon. I'll come back and stay with you for a few months until you're tired of me."

Su Jue's nose tingled. A man couldn't bear to see his mother upset or in tears, so he smiled.

"Get lost, then. I don't want to see you."

Afraid she might cry, Zhao Rong quickly waved her hand.

Seeing this, Su Jue could only say, "Mom, you should rest early too."

Returning to his own room.

Su Jue thought there might be dust, but to his surprise, it was spotless, with all new bedding.

At this hour, there was no time to buy new bedding, and it wasn't a coincidence.

It must have been prepared in advance by his mom, just in case he suddenly returned.

As Su Jue thought, Zhao Rong would frequently come to Su Jue's room to clean it thoroughly.

She wouldn't let the servants do it; she did it all herself, with care and effort.

Lying in his familiar spot, Su Jue closed his eyes and had an incredibly restful sleep.