"You little ones seem to be doing well here. The Lord of Fate didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Daochen carefully examined every detail of their condition.
He detected nothing unusual.
He even screened their souls with painstaking care.
He was terrified that the Lord of Fate might have tampered with them.
But on second thought, that seemed unlikely.
After all, they were only two children and had little value to exploit. If he planted some hidden contingency in them, its only effect might be to enrage the Demon Emperor.
Facing these two little ones, he-the greatest Demon Emperor in the Primordial World-actually felt nervous.
He was even a little afraid. He feared that these two children would blame him for not coming to get them at once.
Qingchan and Qingxuan stared at Demon Emperor Daochen in disbelief. Even after all this time, they had yet to recover from their shock.
"That's impossible! We must be seeing things!"
"Could it be that we're too homesick? But I really miss Mother! Why am I dreaming of Father instead?"
Daochen froze awkwardly on the spot. Well, why did he suddenly feel an urge to hit someone?
At that moment, he no longer cared about anything else. He felt an urge to give them both a thorough beating.
Even after growing up, these two little ones were still a handful, each more troublesome than the other.
Wasn't he just asking for suffering?
Then he suddenly heard the two little ones offer words of comfort. "Oh dear, is Father angry?"
"I told you we shouldn't tease him. His heart is made of glass. He's far too fragile."
Daochen paused briefly, then flew into a towering rage.
"Fine, you two little monsters! You dare tease your own father? If I don't give you a