Fang Yunzheng tapped his son's forehead with one finger. "Are you a pig? How many grandpas do you have!?"
Fang Che understood at once. Rubbing his forehead, he said, "But Eastern Chief Strategist probably doesn't need it, does he? Every time I see him, he's calm, composed, and brimming with energy."
"You know nothing," Fang Yunzheng said. "I'm afraid he's actually the most depleted among us! What we've exhausted is our physical cultivation, while what he's exhausted is his Soul Nascent Spirit!"
Fang Che nodded silently.
"Just now, I could sense that your Spiritual Power is of immense benefit to the Soul Nascent Spirit!"
Fang Yunzheng said, "So for that old... old b... old bastard Dongfang Sansan, it's more useful than it is for us."
It was obvious that Fang Laoliu had wanted to curse him as an "old bastard," but changed his words at the last moment and couldn't get it out.
He was probably embarrassed.
Or perhaps he was concerned about his image and afraid of losing his dignity in front of his son?
Before Fang Che could think further, he saw his father stand up. He kicked his legs, stretched, then rotated his wrists a few times before hooking his fingers with a look of revenge. "Now it's my turn, my good son!"
Fang Che was brutally beaten by his father all night, until the sky began to brighten at dawn.
Only then did he leave, covered in wounds.
But that was merely the beginning.
When they parted, Fang Yunzheng specifically warned him, "You'll be roaming around within a few thousand miles of here for the next few days anyway. Once you settle down somewhere, send me a message. Then I'll come over and beat you."
Fang Che's face twisted. "I think you could use a different