"I write letters home every year, Dad, Mom, didn't you receive them?" Mo Hua asked while eating beef and drinking fruit wine.
"We did. Your mom keeps them well, takes them out to look at from time to time..." Mo Shan said.
"Then why didn't you write back to me?" Mo Hua asked.
Each year in Taixu Gate, he wrote letters to his family, eagerly waiting for a reply, but never received any.
Mo Shan was slightly startled and sighed lightly, "Your mom... didn't allow it..."
Mo Hua was taken aback, "Why?"
Mo Hua looked towards his mother Liu Ruhua.
Liu Ruhua's eyebrows showed some relief, yet some sorrow, as she gently said:
"You are cultivating in a Great Sect in Qian State, with a boundless future ahead. If... you manage to secure a distinguished background, then no need to concern yourself with us. Your dad and I... don't want to hold you back..."
Being from a loose cultivator background can be somewhat disgraceful.
