Ao Baili rarely saw his little nephew display such an uncontrolled display of emotion, and he was genuinely startled. Subconsciously, just as he used to do when the boy was little, he reached out to pat his head and comfort him, saying, "Alright, look how old you are, why are you still crying? Shouldn't you be happy that your little uncle is back?"
"Mm-hmm." Ao Qiyong fought back the urge to cry, sniffing as he blinked away the moisture in his eyes and nodded firmly. "I'm happy! I'm just too happy! It's so wonderful that you're alright, Little Uncle. The fairy sister said that this time when she comes back, she can cure my body, and I... I can cultivate now! Little Uncle!"
No matter how calm and cheerful he forced himself to appear to the outside world over the years, deep down, because of his condition, his imperial father had worried himself sick and sent him to Sky Island City to find a glimmer of hope. He hadn't found that hope there, but instead, he had met the fairy sister, and eventually, he had found his little uncle. Yet in his heart, even the immensely powerful fairy sister had been unable to resolve his problem. She had told him to wait, so he waited. Thus, even though he had been a terrible burden to his little uncle all these years, he had never given up, hoping only that one day he could truly cultivate like a normal cultivator, so he could repay his little uncle and his imperial father.
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