Xiao Zhen held his newborn daughter in his arms, his eyes filled with fatherly love.
This daughter had been born to Medusa not long ago. Because her eyes were especially lively, Xiao Zhen named her Xiao Ling'er.
When the little girl was born, countless colorful clouds appeared in the sky, and innumerable magical beasts bowed in worship.
Perhaps because both her parents were exceptionally powerful, Xiao Ling'er possessed the cultivation of a Dou Huang from the moment she was born. Her talent was truly astounding.
As Xiao Zhan held Xiao Ling'er, his feelings were especially complicated.
He was already several decades old, yet only managed to break through to Dou Huang a year ago with vast resources and the guidance of two Dou Sheng ancestors.
Meanwhile, his little niece had possessed the cultivation of a Dou Huang from birth. Where was this uncle supposed to put his face?
Xiao Yan also noticed that something was off with his father and stepped forward to ask, "Father, why do you look so unhappy?"
Xiao Zhan awkwardly shook his head as he looked at his youngest son, the one who made him proudest.
Xiao Yan had now reached the Dou Zun realm and was also a seventh-grade high-level alchemist. Aside from his younger brother, this son was the only person Xiao Zhan could boast about to others.
"My son... is destined to have the makings of a Dou Sheng."
Although Xiao Yan had no idea what his father was imagining again, he also believed that he would surely become a Dou Sheng in the future.
Thinking back to many years ago, his good uncle seemed to have said that Xiao Yan possessed the makings of a Dou Di.
As Xiao Zhen teased his daughter, he focused his mind on the Chat Group's livestream.