Ling Tianyu nodded, having no objections. His strength hadn't yet recovered, and having Haotian Saint Supreme with him was an extra help.
Haotian Saint Supreme also had his best interests at heart, after all, they had been brothers for many years.
"Daddy." Ling Tianyu was talking with Haotian Saint Supreme and the others when his son, wearing small jeans, a black jacket, and a pair of little canvas shoes, ran over clumsily, holding snacks. Duan Yanran had brought a lot of snacks from The City.
"What's up?" Ling Tianyu got up, walked over, and picked up his son with a face full of fatherly love.
Haotian Saint Supreme and the others looked at the once mighty True Martial Saint, the Emperor Mountain Dominator, as if they didn't recognize him. Indeed, a man should not settle down too soon, because settling down means maturity and responsibility.
"Grandma's back," Ling Muyao said, eating a layered cake.
