"Rebel--son--"
Amid the familiar roar, Zhou Xu's tent was thrown into utter chaos.
When he woke, Zhou Xu had yet to open his eyes. But from the familiar sensation and weight pressing against his face, he knew that his long-absent rebel son had returned.
And the moment he came back, he had landed squarely on his father's face.
After Zhou Xu grabbed Xuan Yu and gave him a thorough thrashing, Xuan Yu hurriedly flapped his wings and landed on a nearby rack. Then, pretending nothing had happened, he lowered his head and began preening his feathers.
Looking at the bird-brained appearance of his rebel son, Zhou Xu rolled his eyes. Just like that, he lost the desire to keep beating him.
Sitting on the bed, Zhou Xu supported his forehead with one hand, then exhaled heavily.
In his dazed state, he only felt that he had dreamed the entire night, yet he could no longer remember what he had dreamed about.
Good grief. After waking up, he felt even more exhausted than before he went to sleep...
Unable to help himself, Zhou Xu collapsed back down. After resting for quite a while, he glanced toward Xuan Yu, who was secretly sizing him up. He caught him red-handed, and Xuan Yu hurriedly turned his gaze away.
Zhou Xu was speechless. He beckoned to Xuan Yu.
"Xuan Yu, come here. I have something to tell you."
Knowing all too well that his old father was the type to remember something when Xuan Yu was at fault but forget it as soon as he called him by name, Xuan Yu understood that the matter was basically over.
Even so, Xuan Yu did not approach easily. He merely gestured with his wings.
The gesture seemed to say, *I'm not coming over. If you have