"Dad, I need to talk to you about a few things," Xiao Wen said seriously.
Elder Sima nodded, stood under the tree with his hands behind his back, ready to listen to his daughter's words.
But suddenly felt something was amiss, the old man raised an eyebrow, displeased, "Xiao Wen, didn't you always call me 'Daddy'? Why change it now? It feels off when I hear it..."
"Well, it's like adapting to local customs, you know. It's a new society now, and fewer people call their parents 'Daddy' and 'Mommy'. I'm just keeping up with the times," Xiao Wen argued.
"But I'm not used to hearing it."
"Alright, Old Man Sima, you just haven't heard it enough. Eventually, you'll get used to it. By the way, do you want to hear about the Red Phoenix artifact of the Phoenix Clan? If you don't, I won't say a word..."
Old Man Sima's expression became tense, he looked at his daughter in shock, murmuring, "Red Phoenix, did I hear that right?"
"You heard it right, it's the Red Phoenix."
