It was because of all this that, even though you were his father and Lin had forcibly dragged him over, Ye Chen still inevitably harbored a little resentment. Through the Extreme Charm talent, you could sense it.
Yet you did not find it strange. It was much like being grumpy after being woken up—someone had ruined a rare good thing. And comprehending the Dao was no ordinary good thing; it counted as a stroke of fortune.
The Chixiao Lingyan Yanfu Zhen Dian was a supreme inheritance from the Yellow Court Dao Tablet. Even if Ye Chen did not share Ye Ping'an's attitude toward the hundred arts, he still understood how precious this opportunity was. Just as he had reached a crucial point in his comprehension, he had been interrupted midway. That was no different from blocking someone's Dao Path—a grave matter indeed. That he merely felt a little displeased instead of immediately giving rise to hatred was already exceedingly rare.
Yet even though you understood where that emotion came from, you had no intention of comforting Ye Chen. The opportunity Ye Chen considered incomparably precious was simply not worth mentioning compared to what you intended to give him later, so you did not even bother explaining.
As the golden light in your eyes faded, a faint azure glow emerged anew. One beam shot toward Ye Xing, the other toward Ye Chen. Before the two could fully recover from their state of comprehension, the feeling vanished in an instant. Once they calmed down, they would be even less likely to feel any further displeasure toward you. Anyone familiar with your temperament would understand that you might have something important to do—something that could concern them both...
Within the entire great hall, you simply closed your eyes. The other three did likewise,