The Sacred Ritual

"Call her auntie. Come on, call her auntie. What an adorable little baby... Awwww." Chen Xingyue held out a finger and kept teasing the infant.

After shrinking, the baby no longer seemed terrifying like before. Instead, she looked extraordinarily cute.

The little baby stared with wide black eyes, not shy in the slightest. She clumsily waved her hands, trying to grab Chen Xingyue's teasing finger, and let out giggles now and then.

"Careful, she might grab you." Chen Shouyi hurriedly stopped his sister from doing something so dangerous.

Apparently feeling underestimated, Chen Xingyue retorted, "So what if she grabs me?"

She was a Martial Master, after all—and a peak Martial Master at that.

"What do you think?" Chen Shouyi said, the corner of his mouth curling in disdain.

Though she had been born only a few hours ago, her grip was already around two or three hundred kilograms. When she really put her strength into it, she could exceed half a ton!

That was solidly Martial Master-level strength.

Though she was still some way from the peak of the Martial Master level, snapping one of her fingers would still be a piece of cake.

Chen Xingyue felt her heart constrict.

He hadn't said it outright, but her brother's scorn said it all.

Was she not entitled to any rights just because she was weaker?

"The formula's ready!" Mother Chen hurried over with a baby bottle.

Chen Shouyi took it and began feeding the baby.

"She's got quite a grip. By the way, how many months old is my granddaughter?" Chen Dawei asked with a chuckle, watching the little baby drain a whole bottle of milk in no time, as if he were observing some rare animal at the zoo.

"She was just born today. Around the time I called," Chen