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Desolate Ancient, Myriad Demon Court.

"Call me Father, now!"

Su Yi held Xiao Tianfeng's head down, leaving him unable to move.

Faced with Su Yi's demand, Xiao Tianfeng simply refused to listen. Tears welled in his eyes as his little hands kept slapping at his father.

Not far away, Nan Xiaopao, who was drinking tea in a stone pavilion, rolled her eyes and said irritably, "You have the nerve to talk about me? Aren't you the one who loves teasing him and treating him like a toy?"

Su Yi smiled. "Not at all. I'm teaching him to talk. This brat clearly knows how to say some forms of address, but he just refuses to say them. That won't do."

With that, he gave a light push with his right hand, knocking Xiao Tianfeng to the ground.

Xiao Tianfeng landed face-down with his backside in the air. He froze for a moment, then burst into loud tears with a wail.

Su Yi picked him up and said, "You little brat, your talent is so good, so why do you love crying so much? Do you want to become a Crying God someday? Attain the Dao through crying and shake the heavens with your cries?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tianfeng seemed to have heard something wonderful. He stopped crying and broke into laughter, reaching both hands toward Su Yi's face.

Su Yi was speechless. Suddenly, he felt that he might have overestimated this brat.

Ever since he had discovered a powerful force hidden within the boy's eyes, one that even he could not peer into, he had held great expectations for Xiao Tianfeng. He hoped to guide him onto the path of cultivation as soon as possible. But this brat was far too mischievous. He did not even like to speak, always