Giving Flowers

"What? I'm my own son or grandson?"

At Imperial Peak of the Chaos Holy Land, Xiao Yun heard the news spreading outside and flew into a rage, grabbing an imperial weapon and intending to settle the score with Zhao Wuji.

It was all because of the garbage name that bastard had come up with.

Word had spread outside that Xiao Erniu was Xiao Yun's grandson or son. It was utterly absurd—Xiao Yun was still a virgin.

"My disciple, you're not getting any younger. Why not settle down early? Perhaps your future sons and grandsons will really inherit your talent. Then our Chaos Holy Land will have successors," Di Tian urged from the side.

Lü Xianwan nodded repeatedly. The two old folks both wanted to hold grandchildren.

Xiao Yun hurriedly shook his head. "Before I prove the Dao and become a Great Emperor, I don't want to marry. Women will only affect the speed at which I prove the Dao."

Beside him, his junior sisters Lin Xiaoya and Xi Chunyu both looked at him with deep resentment.

Xiao Yun gave an awkward smile and hurriedly left Imperial Peak, fleeing to the forbidden grounds.

"That brat!" Di Tian laughed as he cursed, then turned to Lin Xiaoya and Xi Chunyu with a sigh. "You two need to hurry up as well. As the saying goes, when a woman chases a man, it is only separated by a veil. When it's time to push him down, push him down..."

"Pah! What nonsense are you talking about?" Lü Xianwan shot Di Tian an annoyed glare. Was that even a saying? A dog's mouth could never spit out ivory.

"Forget it. You talk to them. I'll go take a look at the forbidden grounds—I may be entering seclusion soon." Di Tian slipped away as well.