"We can't accept this!"
"Accept it, please," I assured them, my resolve unwavering. However, they continued to express both denial and gratitude, feeling unable to repay such generosity.
"There is no need for repayment," I insisted. "Allow me to grant you the opportunity to bid farewell to your son. Rest assured, as an Elder in the sect, I possess the power and authority to protect and guide him."
With that, I respectfully exited their home, providing them the space to have a private conversation. I understood the weight and significance of parents allowing their child to embark on the path of cultivation. It was a perilous journey, but they held onto the hope that their son would achieve greatness, breaking free from the confines of their remote village and its meager existence.
The discussion lasted approximately ten minutes, and Tang Yusheng emerged from the house, his face marked by the traces of tears.
"Are you alright?" I inquired, concerned for his emotional well-being.