"Go, Uncle Wu!
You have to beat that big bad guy!
Uncle Wu is the best!"
At these clear, childishly innocent cries, everyone turned toward the voice. An adorable little boy, as delicately fashioned as a porcelain doll, was waving his little hands, his face brimming with excitement and anticipation as he watched the two men fighting fiercely on the Martial Platform ahead.
This little fellow was Ye Yuan's precious son, Ye Wang. He had only just turned two, yet he had already become the undisputed little prince doted on by all the cultivators who had come from the South Sea Continent to compete!
After all, everyone around him was in their teens or twenties, or even older. He was the only innocent little child among them.
As for why Ye Yuan had named her child Ye Wang, there was a deeper meaning behind it: she hoped he would completely forget all the grudges of the past, along with those memories too painful to revisit...
Unfortunately, Ye Yuan herself was a classic example of someone with weak resolve. She would solemnly swear to a decision, only to overturn it without hesitation shortly afterward-usually in less than three minutes-and start all over again.
Over the past few years, Wu Bao had often visited Ye Yuan, bringing a great heap of delicious food for Ye Wang to enjoy each time.
He also particularly enjoyed playing with little Ye Wang, showering him with endless affection and care.
Although Ye Yuan sometimes treated Wu Bao with coldness and heartless cruelty, he never minded. Instead, whenever he had even a little free time, he would rush eagerly to her side.
As a result, Ye Wang naturally grew exceptionally close to Wu Bao over time. They were as affectionate as a father and son-indeed, dozens