Morning. Mist stretched as far as the eye could see, and Luo Qian woke to a gentle drizzle...
No, it wasn't drizzle. His precious son Little Treasure was standing on his head, peeing. All the little fellow's doting mothers had put their heads together and named him Little Treasure. Luo Qian was bitterly disappointed. His child had inherited mighty crocodile genes and come from the watery world of the Heavenly River. With such a mysterious background and boundless potential, if he didn't grow up to be an extraordinary young master, he would surely become a titan of his age. Either way, he deserved a name brimming with the air of a ruler, one worthy of his future "great enterprise." Luo Bao... The name sounded like a servant someone had raised. Even an extraordinary servant was still a servant.
For some reason, ever since Little Treasure had opened the floodgates for the first time in this world over Luo Qian's head, he had insisted on standing in that same spot for every subsequent release. Otherwise, he flatly refused to show his little willy.
Luo Qian wiped his face and made sure his precious son had finished peeing before he opened his eyes. This, too, was one of the special privileges of fatherhood. Little Treasure clambered awkwardly down from his head and planted a foot on poor Luo Qian's nose. As for the saying about giving someone an inch and having them climb all over you, Luo Qian felt his precious son had taken it a step further: a nose wasn't just a foothold for climbing onto a face, but for climbing down from one, too.
His precious son had kindly washed his face with a little boy's urine, prized for its medicinal properties. But Luo Qian was a clean freak, so