Easy to Invite a God, Hard to Send One Away

In the Dark Cosmos.

Xiao Bai unceremoniously jumped onto Wang Hao's shoulder, then happily sat there and started munching on a carrot.

Everyone present was shocked by the sight. How could the supreme ruler of the Demon Realm be so intimate with the Six Paths Dominator!?

Wang Tianyi's brows furrowed sharply. This rabbit had been personally raised by his son and had never been this close to anyone other than Wang Hao.

Coupled with the fact that this person was called Wang Xiao Bai, it seemed to explain quite a few things.

"That brat actually dared to pretend he didn't know me!"

Wang Tianyi sighed helplessly, feeling that there had always been a barrier between him and Wang Hao. Perhaps it was because he had disappeared for eight years, leaving Wang Hao without a complete childhood.

Still, what comforted Wang Tianyi was that although his son was somewhat cunning and sly, he could clearly distinguish right from wrong when it truly mattered.

For example, if Wang Hao had not found the holy sword, defeated the Sword Holder, and then driven back the Heavenly Dream God Race this time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At the same time, Wang Tianyi felt immensely proud. This monstrous, peerless genius was actually his son, Wang Tianyi's son.

There was just one thing that gave Wang Tianyi a terrible headache: the brat had played along with the mistake and shamelessly claimed to be the Old Ancestor of the Heavenly Saint God Race.

What gave him the biggest headache was that his father-in-law, Lin Mingjie, should have realized that this brat was his grandson, Wang Hao.

Yet he had acted like an old child and stepped forward to pay respects to Wang Hao as the Six Paths Dominator. It was truly impossible to understand.

"Forget