As Long Qingcheng spoke, Tang Ye was led slowly into the hall by two maids. Even though he had weathered many storms, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Facing enemies was not frightening to him, but facing parents he had never met before was something he didn't know how to handle well.
In his mind, his parents were the ones who had abandoned him since childhood. Despite his cheerful nature and having been through so much, he knew that a child from the Ancient Martial Arts Community being placed in the outside world of the Great World must have had its reasons, but his understanding of his parents was still muddled. He didn't know whether he should hate them or love them, uncertain of how to grasp his feelings. He feared he might lose his composure. Fortunately, he had an elder sister, Long Qingcheng, who made him feel that even if his parents disliked him greatly, he would persist for his sister's sake.