This year, Han Tuo was already 13 years old.
In the hall, Han Jue, Han Tuo, and Qingluan'er were eating and celebrating Han Tuo's birthday.
Han Tuo was very happy. It was unknown if it was because of his birthday or something else, but his face was flushed with excitement.
Qingluan'er put food into Han Jue's bowl. He held his wine cup and asked about Han Tuo's recent homework.
The current Human Race already had an education structure. They could study and obtain fame.
Han Tuo replied truthfully. Han Jue could clearly see that his mind was not on this.
"Father, when is your birthday?" Han Tuo suddenly changed the topic.
Han Jue said, "I don't remember anymore."
"Why can't you remember? Where are your parents? They're my grandpa and grandma."
"I was born without parents."
"Huh?"
Han Tuo was stunned. He suddenly realized that he had never cared about his father since he was young. He only wanted to cultivate.