As Yan Zhaoge's impressions of his mother, Xue Chuqing, were extremely faint, he had still been relatively calm within.
However, as he saw that seldom seen forlorn look on Yan Di's face, he too felt rather emotional for a time.
Seeing his father with the looks of yearning for his wife, Yan Zhaoge pondered for a moment before a rascally smile suddenly appeared on his face, he going up and asking Yan Di, "Father, between you and mother, who's the stronger one?"
Hearing his words, Yan Di instantly knew not whether to laugh or cry, "This child; you're just concerned about this?"
"Your fame surpassed mother's back then, but I heard you say earlier that the martial arts mother cultivated in were even more outstanding, always having been kept deeply hidden by her. Of course I'm curious," Yan Zhaoge spoke in a righteous, matter-of-fact manner, "Perhaps mother was intentionally leaving you face before outsiders back then, maybe?"