At a waterfall in the western part of Profound Island, Lin Tian stood by the water pool below, shouting Zhang Xuan's name at the top of his lungs, furious and hysterical.
Zhang Xuan, who had been observing from high above, immediately responded upon hearing the call and flashed down to the ground.
"Tian'er, why did you call for Father?" He wore a kind, fatherly smile.
Lin Tian gritted his teeth, wishing he could beat Zhang Xuan senseless.
"Why are you so angry? Has becoming Zhang Xuan's child wronged you?"
"Your mother and I are deeply in love. Why can't we fly together and dance like mandarin ducks?"
"Besides, your Mandate of Heaven has reached the end of its road. Father can help clear the path ahead for you. What's wrong with that?"
"You, shut up! If you and my mother weren't deeply in love, I would have attacked you long ago." Lin Tian gritted his teeth.
"Father understands. Isn't it just that you can't get over your pride?"
All those favored by the Mandate of Heaven had the same flaw: they placed immense importance on their pride and dignity.
For the sake of that little bit of pride and dignity, they would slaughter a sect, a city, or even an entire realm without hesitation.
Having read countless novels, Zhang Xuan understood these so-called Sons of Mandate of Heaven inside and out.
"This is simple. Father can announce it to all living beings of Heaven and Earth, marry your mother, and name you the direct heir of Profound Island."
"Listen to Father's advice. If you want your cultivation to proceed smoothly, do not let such minor obstacles hold you back. So-called pride and dignity are worthless before strength."
Upon hearing this, Lin Tian's anger abruptly subsided, and he fell into thought.