When Xiao Yan entered the courtyard, he saw the boy sitting quietly on a flight of steps. As his pitch-black eyes watched Xiao Yan enter, they held a trace of coldness and nervousness, along with a stubbornness unique to youth.
Seeing the boy like this, Xiao Yan shook his head with a soft smile. He had lived nearly a hundred years across two lifetimes, and experienced more than others might in a thousand. To him, the boy's manner was rather endearing.
"Looks like you still haven't quite accepted me?"
Xiao Yan walked over and plopped down on the steps beside the boy. He casually picked up a blade of grass and held it between his lips, looking both unruly and carefree.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Xiao Yan, and I'm your biological father."
He extended a hand toward the boy.
The boy glanced at Xiao Yan. Though reluctant, he still reached out and shook his hand.
"My mother said my real name is Xiao Chen, but I'm still used to people calling me Mu Chen."
Xiao Yan smiled noncommittally at those words and said softly, "Suit yourself. Right now, you'd rather take the surname Mu than Xiao. Once you learn about my deeds, you'll be itching to change your name to Xiao Chen."
Seeing Xiao Yan's cocky manner, the young Mu Chen froze briefly, a flicker of irritation surfacing in his eyes.
Why did this biological father who'd appeared out of nowhere have to sound so full of himself?
Only when he remembered what his mother had told him did he suppress his irritation. Glancing at Xiao Yan, he couldn't help asking, "Are you really that strong?"
"From what my mother said, you seem to carry a lot of weight throughout the Great Thousand World?"
At that skeptical,