"Dad? Mom? What's going on—?" Hao Yun panted heavily, his voice filled with confusion as he discreetly stowed away the Phoenix Blade that he held in reverse grip.

"Ah? Hehehe! Son? Why—how come you didn't tell us, and just suddenly came back like this?" Hao Yun's mom interrupted him before he could finish his question. From her expression, she seemed to want to appear pleasantly surprised, but her slightly nervous tone betrayed her attempt to hide her agitation.

"Hahaha! Xiaoyun! Why did you come back so suddenly? Why didn't you tell us earlier? If you did, your mom could have made sweet and sour spare ribs for you in advance!" Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Hao Yun's dad pretended to scold in a joking tone.

Although Hao Yun's parents tried to appear composed, it was evident they resembled mischievous children caught in the act. They looked extremely uneasy, their postures stiff and awkward, as if they had hastily arranged themselves.

"Dad! Mom! What's going on here?! Why do you both look much younger?" Hao Yun ignored their questions and continued to interrogate.

"Oh? Really? Son, you noticed? Hahaha! Let me tell you, we've been hearing such compliments a lot lately!" Hao Yun's mom immediately touched her cheek and boasted.

Hao Yun's mom carefully took a sip of the steaming coffee and continued, "It's because the recent natural disasters have caused another severe epidemic, so your dad and I haven't had to go out for work during this time, and our workload has decreased a lot. So, we've had more time every day to rest and exercise. Over time, it has made us feel more joyful and improved our complexion!"

While Hao Yun's mom tried to lighten the mood with some casual conversation, Hao Yun's icy demeanor maintained the chilly atmosphere like a dense cold front. Seeing Hao Yun's cold attitude towards his mother, Hao Yun's dad finally couldn't hold back and stood up, slamming the table as he yelled, "Hey! You little brat! What's gotten into you today?! Who do you think you're giving that stink face to?! Are we criminals?! How dare you treat us like we're criminals?!"

Hao Yun didn't even glance at his furious father but pointed to the coffee in his mother's hand and said coldly, "Firstly, my parents never drink coffee. It's precisely because of this that my parents have never approved of or supported my coffee business."

Hao Yun paused briefly and continued, "Secondly, if my sense of smell is correct, the coffee you are drinking now is the famous Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee."

Then, Hao Yun turned to look at his father and said, "This type of coffee is almost never circulated on the market. Our country, Huaguo, does not even have quotas to purchase this top-grade Blue Mountain coffee. In other words, unless you have extremely special channels, it's absolutely impossible to obtain this top-grade Blue Mountain coffee. However, these special channels are exclusively controlled by the country's top dignitaries. For ordinary people like us, tasting this coffee is simply an impossible dream."

"Ha! What nonsense are you spouting! Since this coffee is so mysterious, how would you, kid, know what it tastes like?" his father retorted impatiently.

"Don't forget, I am a senior barista, so of course, I've had the privilege of tasting Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee once. And as a professional barista, I naturally have a vivid memory of the unique taste of this coffee," Hao Yun replied calmly.

Of course, Hao Yun was lying. He wouldn't tell his father that, out of curiosity after becoming a priest, he had used the Mould Spirit Energy Tracking System to download information about Jamaica Blue Mountain coffee from the main database of the Spirit God Realm and experienced firsthand the taste of this top-grade coffee in his spiritual state.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between Hao Yun and his father during their conversation, Hao Yun's mom finally put down her coffee cup and looked at Dao Lao and Dream Jia, who were still standing at the dining room door, and said embarrassedly, "Look at you two! How come you're arguing the moment father and son meet? Oh dear, I'm sorry for your trouble! My son is always so peculiar! I don't know why he insisted on sneaking back to surprise us, only to make the situation so awkward. Ah, Hao Yun, this child really makes me worry!"

Then, with a slightly reproachful tone, Hao Yun's mom turned to Hao Yun and asked, "Hey! Son, are these two your friends? Why don't you introduce them to us instead of leaving them standing there? It's so impolite!"

Before Hao Yun could respond, Dao Lao cleared his throat and took the initiative, saying, "Ahem! Nice to meet you both. My name is Dao Damei, a priest specializing in Mould Spirit Energy Tracking."

"I'm Dream Jia, also a priest specializing in Mould Spirit Energy Tracking," Dream Jia replied in a somewhat stern tone after their self-introductions last night, they commanded the system to cancel the inseeled force displayed their! His

"I'm Dream Jia, also a priest specializing in Mould Spirit Energy Tracking," Dream Jia replied in a somewhat stern tone.

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After their self-introductions last night, they commanded the system to disable their concealment, revealing their divine power in full display before Hao Yun's parents.

"Mum, Dad, actually... I'm also a priest specializing in Mould Spirit Energy Tracking." Finally, Hao Yun bit his lip and spoke, his gaze towards his parents now more vigilant. With all three of them straightforwardly revealing their identities, the already tense atmosphere in the restaurant plummeted to its lowest point, where even the sound of a falling pin would be audible.

Seeing his parents frozen in place, unsure of how to respond, Hao Yun seemed to realize something and sighed heavily. "Ah... Dad, Mum, who are you really?"

"Ah..." After a brief silence, Hao Yun's father finally broke the tension in the restaurant with a resigned sigh. He scratched his head somewhat helplessly, then calmly sat back down at the table and finished his coffee in one gulp.

Meanwhile, Hao Yun's mother also abandoned her awkward smile. She picked up Hao Yun's father's empty cup and poured another steaming hot coffee for him. Taking the cup, Hao Yun's father politely thanked her as if she were a stranger serving him, then downed the scalding coffee in one go.

"I told you, didn't I? Isn't the coffee here the best? Do you believe me now? How about another cup? We still have plenty of coffee beans!" Hao Yun's mother looked smugly at Hao Yun's father, who expressed satisfaction after finishing his coffee, and asked cheerfully.

Pursing his lips, Hao Yun's father waved his hand, exclaiming, "Alright, alright! You win! The coffee here is indeed the most aromatic! But I'll pass for now! Let's take the remaining coffee beans home and enjoy them slowly! After all, we may not get such delicious coffee for a long time!"

"Indeed! It's such a waste! But what can we do? We've already prepared for purification here," Hao Yun's mother added regretfully.

Seeing his parents suddenly acting like different people, both in their demeanor and speech, completely ignoring him as if he were invisible and talking among themselves, Hao Yun interrupted sharply, "Hey, I'm asking you something! Who are you guys?"

"Us? Of course, we're your parents!" Hearing Hao Yun's question, his father raised his left eyebrow in a teasing manner.

Hao Yun felt a tightening in his chest. While the eyebrow raise was indeed his father's trademark playful expression, an accident had permanently damaged the nerves on his father's left side, rendering him unable to control that eyebrow since then.

So, Hao Yun asked sternly once more, "You! You're not my father! My father can't make that expression! Who are you?"

"Silly boy! What are you talking about? I'm your father! I just fixed my eyebrows," Hao Yun's father replied jokingly, while skillfully manipulated his eyebrows in various playful expressions.

"Cut the nonsense! Who are you really?!" Dream Jia couldn't hold back any longer and asked, pulling out her Equality Among All Living Things.

Seeing Dream Jia pointing her weapon at them, Hao Yun's mother showed no signs of fear. Instead, she said in a rather surprised tone, "Oh! Isn't this the Equality Among All Living Things? So, you have this weapon!"

With that, she reached out and grabbed an antique-looking pistol out of thin air. Seeing the pistol in Hao Yun's mother's hand, all three were startled. Though its design was old-fashioned, the pistol's structure was remarkably similar to Dream Jia's high-tech rifle. Especially the decorative patterns embedded in the pistol's body were identical to the energy beams flowing on Dream Jia's weapon. This made the two weapons look like they belonged to the same series of products, only differing in size, length, and design style.

"Who are you? How did you get this weapon?" Dream Jia asked, puzzled, as she examined the pistol Hao Yun's mother held.

"Because I'm also a priest! So, it's perfectly normal for me to have a special weapon, right? Oh, I forgot! Systems like the one you low-ranking minions use can't recognize our identities." Hao Yun's mother replied contemptuously.

"Who are you? Why are you here? What have you done to my parents?!" Hao Yun continued to press for answers.

Although according to the system's monitoring data, the aura emitted by the two in front of him did indeed belong to the Realm of Spirits. However, the system seemed restricted and couldn't identify their exact identities. Moreover, despite the lack of any hostile emotions from them, their disdainful expressions towards the three of them made Hao Yun seriously doubt the true identities of the two, as well as their real intentions for being here.

"Ah, my good eldest son! We're indeed your parents! It just so happens that we're priests from the Realm of Spirits too! Why don't you believe us yet? Could it be that you've spent too much time with these two fools and they've made you stupid too?" Hao Yun's mother tilted her head and looked at Hao Yun with as much motherly love as possible. Then, very casually, she tossed the pistol to Dream Jia.

"Here! You can check the authenticity of this pistol. If I weren't a priest, how could I pick up this weapon?" Hao Yun's mother said to the perplexed Dream Jia.

Dream Jia and Dao Lao quickly inspected the pistol and eventually confirmed that it was indeed a Divine Weapon from the Realm of Spirits. However, upon reaching this conclusion, both became even more puzzled. If the two before them were priests from the Realm of Spirits, why did their Mould Spirit Energy Tracking system detect dangerous energy around them and recommend immediate combat preparation for the three of them?

"Could it be that the chaotic black hole energy currents are still affecting the Mould Spirit Energy Tracking system, causing it to malfunction again?"

"That's impossible." Dao Lao and Dream Jia quickly dismissed their own speculation. After returning to the City of Spirits, the three of them had their systems thoroughly checked at the ancient assistance center, which was linked to the Realm of Spirits' system malfunction repair center. The conclusion they reached was clear: the Mould Spirit Energy Tracking system was fully functional with no issues detected. Therefore, Dao Lao and Dream Jia naturally believed the accuracy of the system's feedback. Moreover, based on their senses, they had every reason to believe that Hao Yun's parents, who had suddenly adopted unfamiliar personas, were definitely not up to any good.

"So, you're priests too? When did you... start?" Hao Yun's words were somewhat disjointed as he addressed his parents, his expression now deeply alienated after Dao Lao and Dream Jia confirmed his mother's identity through the pistol.