Her threat to "die far away" could either be seen as a menace or an inevitable fact.
Watching the retreating figures of these two children, who together were not even twenty-five years old, Huyan Dong couldn't help but heave a sigh.
"Sigh."
Are children as young as eleven or twelve in the Immortal Cultivation World supposed to have wisdom and cultivation like this now?
Is this reasonable?
He himself still enjoyed candy hawthorn berries at the age of twelve.
As he reckoned so, a cry from behind echoed: "Dad!"
Turning his head, he saw his thirty-something son, Huyan Bin, holding two burnt steamed buns, walking over with a warm and innocent smile.
"Dad, they only have steamed buns here, they taste awful. I thought maybe they'd taste better if I roasted them, guess what?" Huyan Bin laughed, "They got burnt!"
"..."
Huyan Dong watched his son's laugh, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed the two words that were on the tip of his tongue.
...
"Useless!"
