Chen Wei had even used his magic power to restrain the rampaging Chen Xiang.
The boy's temper truly was violent to the extreme.
Not only was he hot-tempered, he was strong, too.
Feeling the force struggling against his hands, Chen Wei shuddered at the thought of what might have happened.
Thank goodness.
Thank goodness the boy was still young and his cultivation was low. As his father, Chen Wei could still forcibly suppress him with his abundant magic power. But what about when Chen Xiang's cultivation rose to match his, or even surpassed it?
An image suddenly surfaced in Chen Wei's mind: several hundred years later, father and son quarreled over some trivial matter, and Chen Xiang whipped out the Divine Axe at the first disagreement, leaving his old man scrambling for an escape route.
What a beautiful picture.
Chen Wei hurriedly shook his head, banishing that future from his sea of consciousness.
"Xiang'er, sit down first." Chen Wei softened his voice as much as possible, soothing his son.
"Fine." Seeing that his father meant business, Chen Xiang could only reluctantly let go of the axe and obediently sit cross-legged on the ground.
Although he had sat down, the little fellow's chest still heaved with anger. He huffed and puffed, plainly still furious.
Watching beside him, Chen Wei gradually furrowed his brows.
He had realized something.
Although Chen Xiang was usually mischievous in the Heavenly Court, even a little unruly, he was by no means unreasonable. Today's incomprehensible rage had come too suddenly and was far too extreme.
Chen Wei looked around.
The Ginseng Fruit Tree's luxuriant branches and leaves blotted out the sky and sun.
Something was wrong with the surroundings.
An aura seemed to permeate the air around them, secretly magnifying the emotions within their hearts.
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