“Ki…hm, Hao, you’re taller now!” Ji Xia patted hard on Ji Hao’s shoulder and said. He was going to call Ji Hao ‘kiddo’ as he used to do back in Gold Crow Clan, but seeing the faintly sensible stateliness of Ji Hao and his taller, muscular body that made him look just like grown man, Ji Xia instantly changed his words.
Back then, when he left Southern Wasteland, Ji Hao was just a child. But after years of cultivation, no matter from which angle one looked, Ji Hao was now an adult.
“You’re just too thin, like your Amma. You don’t look much like me, you Abba.” Carefully looking at Ji Hao from head to toe, Ji Xia disappointedly shook his head while reaching his right arm out, waving in front of Ji Hao and showing his huge muscles.
