"Wude True Lord!"
Lian Zhen Star hastily withdrew his Divine Ability and stretched both hands forward, his voice full of pleading. "Let's talk this out, let's talk this out! Please make the Little Star Lord settle down. That axe has no eyes-don't let him hurt his hands!"
"All right."
Chen Wei waved a hand. "Xiang'er, come back."
Hearing his father's order, Chen Xiang halted his axe swing, twisted his little waist, and somersaulted back into his father's arms like a swallow returning to its nest, tucking the little axe into the back of his waistband along the way.
He hadn't hesitated once throughout, as obedient as could be.
Sun Immortal Officer watched in astonishment.
He thought that Wude True Lord certainly lived up to his name. His military discipline was so strict that even the son he raised obeyed every command, struck wherever he pointed, and knew exactly when to advance or withdraw.
But who could have known?
This had nothing to do with obeying commands.
Chen Xiang listened to Chen Wei so obediently entirely because of Chen Xiaochan's tangyuan.
Ever since eating his little sister's tangyuan, Chen Xiang had attained enlightenment on one truth: at home, only by listening to his father and following him out on official business could he effectively evade a lethal strike.
In a certain sense, wasn't Chen Xiaochan's cooking also a way of maintaining the bond between father and son?
Of course.
Chen Wei would never tell anyone any of this.
Seeing Chen Xiang put away his axe, Lian Zhen Star secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no wriggling out of this debt.
Wude True Lord had personally brought his son to hold the fort, plainly intending to be a lump of gristle no blade could cut through.
There was nothing he