There were few things Wu Yunsu cared about. The young cultivator was one, and Xiaoqiu was another. As for Xuanji... he only cared a tiny bit.
He had joined the Xuanxiao Immortal Sect not for Xuanji, but for Xiaoqiu, to fulfill his promise to protect Xiaoqiu, so that when he saw the young cultivator again, he could tell him with his head held high that he had done his best.
Chi Yu gently patted his back. "Stop crying. You're over five hundred years old, aren't you? Your dad here is only eighteen, and now you're turning the tables and crying to me?"
Then he added with a touch of wistfulness, "I always thought you'd grow up to be a real beauty, but you've exceeded my expectations. With looks like these, you must have plenty of admirers, right?"
Despite five hundred years apart, Wu Yunsu was still familiar with Chi Yu's ways, so he followed Xuanji's example in answering him. "If I ever choose a Dao Companion, I'll certainly let Dad look them over. But I don't want a Dao Companion. I only want to be with you."
Chi Yu's eyes shook. Remembering the tender gaze Wu Yunsu had given him at the beginning, he couldn't help asking, "Does the Cultivation World have a thing for forbidden father-son relationships?"
Wu Yunsu said, "Hmm?"
Chi Yu said, "You can't fall for me. That's incest. Incest is an affront to heaven."
Wu Yunsu said, "..."
He couldn't help laughing, the silver bells braided into his hair tinkling clearly with his laughter. "I won't."
He said softly, "I love Dad, but if Dad doesn't want it, I won't love Dad as a Dao Companion."
Chi Yu said, "Huh? I don't quite understand."
Wu Yunsu said, "If Dad is captivated by my face and wants