"Dad, someone's flying in the sky again."
"Oh, oh, oh... Good son, just pay attention to what's on the ground. Why are you looking at the sky? Hurry outside and see if your mother is back yet. We agreed we'd give her a huge surprise today."
"Okay, Dad, I'll go right away. But Dad, why are you breathing so hard?"
"I—I'm cultivating."
"I get it. Auntie Chen next door must be cultivating too. I can hear her voice all the way from here, but she sounds kind of strange..."
"Cough, cough... You heard wrong. Warrior Wang Xiaochui, hurry outside and stand guard. Continue scouting and reporting."
"Yes, General Wang Dachui."
The innocent child gave a military salute, then happily ran out of the house, still immersed in his game of generals and soldiers with his unscrupulous father.
Little did he know, while others were coming down from the sky, his father was making someone fly on the ground.
Unknowingly, this Imperial Capital child had acted as a scout for his father—and the one he had backstabbed was his own mother.
This father and son pair truly were one stabbing while the other laughed.
But how could a child understand the twists and turns of adults? Just as daylight could never understand the darkness of night.
This scene was taking place at the Alchemist Guild.
The people had flown away from above the Alchemist Guild, and powerhouses like Fama naturally sensed it immediately.
Why did Old Hai and that boy Lin Yan suddenly leave without even saying goodbye?
Fama, who was quite familiar with Hai Bodong's aura, immediately leaped out of the hall. He gazed toward Hai Bodong and Yan Lin, who had already flown far away, his brows slightly furrowed. He had still wanted to discuss the Dao of alchemy