Father Ye Wentian had passed away two years ago. He had no memory of his mother.,Xiao Guo really was small, but Ye Mo didn't lose his composure because of that. Instead, he let out a long sigh.,Ye Mo immediately felt disheartened again because in this world, where spiritual energy was so thin, cultivating to the third level of Qi Refining would be an arduous task. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to achieve it in his entire lifetime. In that case, he would still be equivalent to a eunuch.。