Yang Jian hadn't noticed the meaningful looks Chen Wei and his wife were exchanging at all.
The illustrious Holy Manifestation True Lord was carefully cradling the two little true spirits in his palms, laughing with delight.
"My wonderful nephew! My sweet niece!"
"Uncle~"
"Yes!"
Yang Jian's heart melted with sweetness. He gently nuzzled the two little true spirits' cheeks, his voice so tender it could have dripped water.
Just then.
The little boy's true spirit suddenly reached out and grabbed the black Storage Bag hanging at Yang Jian's waist.
The little fellow tugged hard, giggling all the while, plainly interested in the treasures inside.
"Oh my, you've got a sharp eye, little fellow! Taken a fancy to your uncle's treasures?" Rather than stop him, Yang Jian only grew fonder of him. He simply took off the Storage Bag and offered it to him. "Take whatever you like! Everything your uncle owns is being saved for you two!"
With that.
The True Lord turned the Storage Bag upside down and gave it a vigorous shake.
Clatter.
As luck would have it, the first thing to fall out was the Mountain-Splitting Axe. Its baleful aura was powerful enough to cleave stars apart-how could it possibly serve as a baby's toy?
"Second Brother, you mustn't..." Yang Chan's heart skipped a beat, and she was just about to stop him.
But the little boy's true spirit was quick of eye and hand. He shot over, wrapped his little hands around the Mountain-Splitting Axe's handle, then turned to Yang Jian and clearly uttered a single word in his babyish voice. "Axe..."
Afraid his son didn't know his own limits and might damage his true spirit's origin essence, Chen Wei was about to intervene.
Suddenly.
A streak of white light flashed past, and the little girl's