Li Xuan didn't know what was happening inside the palace, as he had already exited, standing before a figure towering like a mountain at Wu Gate.
It was none other than the former Great General Liang Heng, who currently stood in a mandarin duck battle robe, holding a long spear, standing up against Chengtian Gate as if he were an ordinary Forbidden Army soldier.
Li Xuan walked over in confusion: "What are you doing here?"
"What does it matter to you what I'm doing?" Liang Heng shot back, fury burning in his eyes as he glared at Li Xuan. However, under Li Xuan's icy stare, he grudgingly grunted: "Daddy~"
He had once sworn an oath of consciousness, that he would call Li Xuan 'dad' whenever he saw him.
But this utterance was as faint as an ant's call.
Li Xuan couldn't help but frown, digging his ear: "Your voice is too low, I can't hear you. Son, you seem weak. Why is your voice as meek as a mosquito? Speak up."
