The two little ones had already been born for several hundred years, but compared to their growth period, they were only about as old as ordinary children of a few years. They were still very young.
So although they could speak from the moment they were born, they were still children in truth.
Because of Ye Xiwen, Ye Mo, and Ye Wudi, the two little ones often came to the Divine Court to play. Compared to Yue Ya'er, who ought to have counted as their peer, they preferred playing with their uncle rather than their eldest sister.
After all, Yue Ya'er had now also entered the Half-Step Chief Sovereign realm. Her imposing presence was no weaker than that of the two little ones' fathers.
Though they were of the same generation, they simply had little in common to talk about.
But Ye Xiwen was different. Perhaps because he had been unable to stay by Yue Ya'er's side when she was little, he carried guilt in his heart, and now he poured all that compensation into the two little ones.
He granted nearly every request they made. Whatever they wanted, he gave them, raising them into two little tyrants.
Throughout the entire Divine Court, only these two little ones dared speak to Ye Xiwen like this.
"That's right, Uncle, it's so boring. Take us out to play, please. Otherwise, Daddy and the others will send someone to catch us and drag us back again. It's so miserable!" Ye Tong said as well, blinking a pair of watery eyes with a pitiful expression.
Whenever they had the chance, the two little ones would sneak out and run to the Divine Court to play. Then Ye Mo and Ye Wudi would catch them and bring them back. After a while, they would run