Yun Ran went over and saw Xuanyuan Yu jumping around the courtyard with the little packrat in his arms.
Although it was not the noon sun, it was still unbearable. Xuanyuan Yu was probably afraid that the little packrat would be exposed to the sunlight. He carried her with one hand and raised the other high, using his sleeve to shield her from the dazzling sunlight.
He no longer looked like a cold-faced tyrant.
Seeing Yun Ran enter the courtyard, the packrat waved her little arms and called her mother.
Yun Ran took Sweetcake from Xuanyuan Yu's arms and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off her forehead.
"Mother, Sweetcake and Grandfather flew high, but Grandfather didn't fly as high as Father."
Xuanyuan Yu said, "Little cutie, it hurts. Is your father's cultivation level one that a normal person should have?"
How many people in this world could fly higher than her father?
It was not as if he was a flying demon beast!
