Chen Xiaochan's cry of "Uncle" left Chen Xiang utterly stunned.
His mind went around in three full circles before he finally caught on.
"Uncle?!" Chen Xiang's eyes bulged like bronze bells. Pointing at Bluestone Daoist's nose, his voice cracked. "You're my uncle??"
Bluestone had originally wanted to keep up his air of an otherworldly master and tease the two little brats a while longer.
He put on a stern face and tried to bluff his way through. "Nonsense! Who's your uncle? This old Daoist roams the Four Seas. Where would I get a nephew as big as you? Don't go claiming relatives at random!"
"I'm really angry!" Chen Xiaochan wasn't buying any of it.
The little girl frowned, both cheeks puffing up with indignation. "You made Xiao Chan'er wear such dirty clothes! And go hungry! Uncle's a bully!"
Chen Xiaochan's tears came on command, washing two white streaks down her face.
Pouting and crying all at once.
What uncle in the Three Realms could withstand his niece acting so adorably aggrieved?
Especially Erlang Shen, who was notorious for fiercely protecting his own.
Beside him, Azure Bamboo Daoist was holding back his laughter so hard his face had turned red. He was just about to remind him that enough was enough.
But then.
Bluestone cracked.
He coughed twice, his face full of helpless resignation. "All right, all right. I really don't know what to do with you!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
A faint glow rose around the Daoist, revealing Yang Jian's true form.
"It really is Uncle?!" Chen Xiang's mouth fell open, and he let out a howl. All the hunger the Little Star Lord had endured, all the scolding, and that blow at the bun shop became a palpable tide of grievance.
"Oh, Uncle!"
Chen Xiang plopped straight