During this short period.
Wang Fugui set aside his work and spent more time at home with his wife and children, especially Wang Baosheng.
Who knew where that brat had gotten such an intense sense of crisis? The burden on his mind was far too heavy. He looked as though he could not wait to grow up so that, when the sky fell, he could rush up and hold it aloft. Did he really think all the elders were just drawing their pay for nothing?
Not to mention that with Great-Grandfather around, the sky would not fall. Even if it truly did, it would have to wait until all the elders could no longer hold it up before it was his turn.
Children were better off being livelier and more carefree.
He had to help the boy ease some of that pressure.
Still, beating children was quite effective. During this time, Wang Baosheng had restrained himself a little and become a little more lively.
However, with the Outer Devil Realm constantly in turmoil, Wang Fugui, as the strategic commander-in-chief of the Outer Devil Realm, remained rather busy. Before even two months had passed, he hurried off to Demon-Suppressing Prefecture again, tossing Wang Baosheng to Great-Grandfather for discipline before leaving.
Of course, Wang Fugui had another reason for fleeing: he truly could not stand his son's indirect yet relentless attempts at pushing his father to improve.
He felt that if he stayed home any longer, the Wang Clan would decline into ruin!
Several days later.
In Wang Shouzhe's little courtyard, flowers bloomed in riotous profusion, spring reigned throughout all four seasons, and all kinds of Spirit Bees and Spirit Butterflies bustled about gathering nectar.
Meanwhile, Wang Shouzhe wore a loose house robe and reclined in a grand master's chair, his eyes