"I'll smack you, you little rascal!"
Qin Jun was furious, quickly moving behind Ling Ming to deliver a resounding smack on his little bottom.
The giggling Ling Ming was instantly stunned, his eyes welling up with tears at a visible rate.
"Wahhhhh—"
The little guy couldn't bear the grievance and burst into loud tears.
Qin Jun couldn't be bothered with him. His right hand worked a spell, drawing the Extreme Way flame within the study into the palm of his hand, ensuring the fire didn't spread further.
Ling Ming continued to sob, puzzling the palace maids outside who dared not enter.
Qin Jun suddenly regretted bringing the little one along; it seemed once King Yan Palace settled down, he would have to take Ling Ming back.
For the remaining time, he would focus on his cultivation and quietly await the day the Holy Sect of Xuan Pond would open.
"It seems this little fella needs to be educated!"
