Moved to a new home, the son got an official appointment, and got married. Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.
Time flew by, another half month passed.
On this day, Shen Wenxing hurried back home from the Ascension Pavilion at the County Government.
"The County Government sent a message, asking me to escort three Spirit Root Practitioners from Anyang County to the County Government."
"Mother, please help Wen'an pack some clothes."
Upon hearing this, Hu Yufen felt a slight twinge in her heart.
Despite Shen Yuan's frequent reassurances, now that the time for separation had actually arrived, she couldn't help but feel worried.
After all, Shen Wen'an was only eight years old.
"Mother, I have some connections with the Immortals. I'll personally write a letter for Wen'an to give to two of the Immortals, asking them to take care of my brother. You don't need to worry too much."
Seeing his mother like this, Shen Wenxing could only offer words of comfort.
