Watching Chen Xiang and Chen Xiaochan, Chen Wei realized that the two children's personalities had more or less settled into place.
Deep down, Chen Xiaochan was the spitting image of him, her father.
Cautious and steady, she not only knew how to read people's expressions, but also how to find a balance amid tangled rules. She was a born Immortal Official.
As for Chen Xiang, he had perfectly inherited the fine traditions of Yang Chan's side of the family.
Chen Wei even pictured their future. With his dear boy's temperament, there was no telling what an enormous mess he might make, and then Chen Xiaochan, his younger sister, would follow behind to smooth things over for her own brother.
That really could happen.
What a bitter lot!
Chen Wei sighed inwardly. One would make trouble, and the other would clean it up.
The Chen Family's traditions had taken a crooked turn.
As he pondered this, the Cloud Road ahead came to an end.
The Great Heavenly Venerable did not turn back. Holding the two children's hands, he stopped at the edge of the Cloud Road.
Beyond lay the boundless, vast Cloud Sea. Through it, they could faintly make out the outlines of the Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains in the Mortal Realm, as well as the dim contours of the earth veins throughout the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands.
Astral wind swept past, making the Great Heavenly Venerable's everyday robes rustle.
He gazed out over the immense Three Realms in silence for a moment before slowly speaking. "Xiang'er, Xiao Chan, look down. The Three Realms are vast, their living beings countless. Who do you think has the strongest spells, cultivation, and martial arts in all the Three Realms?"
"Xiang'er knows!" Chen Xiang eagerly blurted out, lifting his head, his