My dad said, "Li Po, I'm here this time just to tell you that you can choose your own path in the future."

"I've been watching you all these years."

"I agree with you not wanting to be a hero or a hegemon."

"Because, what I've taught you since you were little is that it's important for people to live a simple, happy life."

"Money, power, and eternal dominance are indeed pursuits, but there's always a sky beyond the sky, and people beyond people. It's too tiring to pursue those things. The greatest pursuit of ordinary people is to live happily in their own position."

"I think my words have influenced half of your life, right?"

My dad has indeed always taught me this way.

It's not that he doesn't want me to be ambitious, nor that he has no expectations for me.

It's just that he came from the martial world, returned to simplicity, and has seen through many things. He just hopes that I can live safely.

My dad continued, "If there hadn't been that twist of fate, I think you would be living an ordinary life in some city now, right?"

"It's precisely because the things I taught you didn't match the ambition of a young man that you've never had the idea of competing in the arts."

"If it weren't for me, because of Ye Yang, you might not have paid attention to the Battle of Liangjie Mountain (Two Worlds Mountain)."

"So, you've always been neither active nor passive about the impending disaster in the arts at Liangjie Mountain."

"What I want to tell you is, if you don't want to participate in the Battle of Liangjie Mountain, then don't."

"There's nothing wrong with living happily!"

I didn't know how to respond to my dad's words.

No one knows a son like his father.

I really don't want to participate in the Battle of Liangjie Mountain. If my dad weren't a Yin Si (Underworld) Secret Commander, if Ye Yang weren't the reincarnation of the Nine Coffin Daoist, I would have closed the Liangjie Hall long ago and lived in seclusion.

What do emperors and greedy wolves have to do with me?

My dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "You don't have to make a decision now. There's still some time before the final battle at Liangjie Mountain. You can take your time to consider it. No matter what decision you make, I'll support you."

"I have things to do, I'm leaving first!"

My dad raised his leg to leave, and I quickly grabbed his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"Yin Yang Inn!" my dad said, "There's still a mess waiting for me to clean up over there."

"Don't even think about coming with me. It's too far, you can't keep up with me."

My dad is now a ghost god, able to travel thousands of miles in an instant. Unless I slit my own throat right now and let him take my ghost with him, I really can't catch up with him.

My son and I have been apart for nearly ten years, and after a brief meeting, we're about to part again.

I have a lot to say to my dad, but I know he has his own things to do. His heart is indifferent, but his responsibility is still there. He has to finish what he has to do.

I reluctantly let go of my dad, and suddenly shouted, "Dad, who exactly is my mom? Have you found her yet!"

"Yan Pian Xian, didn't you already know?" My dad took a few steps and stopped again, "I promised her that after the final battle at Liangjie Mountain, I would take her to fulfill her youthful promise—to travel the world, slaying demons and monsters."

My dad suddenly smiled and said three words: "Not taking you!"

My dad didn't even give me a chance to protest and disappeared directly into the night.

Ye Yang coughed twice and said, "You've been abandoned again!"

This guy Ye Yang is really my dad's disciple.

Like master, like disciple.

They're both here to anger me.

After rolling my eyes, I remembered that there were still many things I hadn't figured out, so I quickly shouted, "Lao Shang, Lao Shang, where did you run off to?"

Shang Xingyan stuck his head out from a distance like a sucker: "Young Master, can't you just forget about me?"

"No!" I said with a stern face, "You first tell me, what was going on with my dad and my mom before?"

Shang Xingyan rubbed his hands and said, "It's not good for a subordinate to talk about his superior's private affairs, right?"

"The hell it isn't!" I said in annoyance, "Look at your eyes, they're full of gossip. Hurry up and tell me."

Shang Xingyan said, "Actually, it's nothing?"

"When the Lord Official used to reincarnate, he would always cut off his marriage ties in advance, because he was afraid of leaving offspring in the Yang Jian (mortal realm) and having too many worries."

"This time, when the Lord Official reincarnated, he handed over the matter of cutting off the marriage ties to his secretary, you know, the clerk, the secretary!"

"That Yan girl didn't cut it off for him, and even went to the Yang Jian with him."

"At that time, the Black and White Great Commanders knew that the two of them had been attracted to each other for hundreds of years, but no one had broken through this paper window, so they used some tricks to get the two of them together."

"They just let them meet! But they didn't manage the marriage. So! The two of them soon haha... and then you were born."

The more I looked at Shang Xingyan's face, the more I wanted to beat him.

What is all this? He calls this not gossiping about his superior's privacy? I think he's just short of posting it online.

I said calmly on the surface, "Then I ask you, isn't it true that the Yin Si Secret Commander doesn't drink the Meng Po soup when he reincarnates? How did my dad forget about the past?"

"Right... right!" Shang Xingyan said with a haha, "I don't know! This matter is probably a secret of the underworld."

Ye Yang spoke up at this time, "Meng Po soup can be drunk not only by ghosts, but also poured into the mouths of living people. Yan… Shimu (martial aunt) is Shang Xingyan's cousin. He put her in the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the first place to bring Shifu (martial father) and Shimu together."

"I think Shang Xingyan probably gave Shifu Meng Po soup while he was still a baby."

I was immediately stunned: "You can do that?"