"Daddy!" Du Ping, whose tiny figure had grown slightly, resembling a healthy six or seven-year-old boy despite barely being five years of age, exclaimed aloud in concern. Feeling insecure, Du Ping lifted his big bright eyes towards his older brother, Du Ming, and asked: "Will father win?"
He sought confirmation! Anything to reassure his little heart that was being besieged by worry.
Du Ming, the eldest, held his younger brother's hand as he comfortingly said, "You don't know this, but Father has always been invincible. No one can hurt him, not even gods and immortals."
"Invincible? Not even gods? Not even immortals?" With each word, the worry dissipated as excitement painted the little boy's cute expression, and hope exuded from every fiber of his being.
