"Yo—son!"
Fu Xuanxing was also stunned when he saw the master of Hongwen Pavilion.
Setting aside the fact that the man looked exactly as he had when he took him to the Mortal World, Fu Xuanxing had also deeply etched his face into his mind over the years while accompanying Fu Henghua to pay respects to their parents.
"Fa... Father?"
The young man walked over and looked Fu Xuanxing up and down. "You actually grew this tall? I remember back then, you rode on my neck, hugging me with snot running from your nose. In the blink of an eye, several hundred years have passed..."
At the mention of those days, Fu Xuanxing's heart turned sour.
In his memories, he had only seen this father once. It was when the man came to Jade Court Mountain and took him to the Mortal World to see the Yuan Festival temple fair.
The young man gestured at his own height and Fu Xuanxing's.
"Is it because of your True Dragon traits? Or because your cultivation is higher than mine? Or did you adjust yourself? You're actually a little taller than me?"
Before this elder, Fu Xuanxing scratched his head somewhat sheepishly.
"My height... I'm only half a head taller than Sixth Brother. I can't compare to Brother Fu."
Though he did not name anyone directly, the young man immediately understood who he meant.
"Hm? You actually compared heights with him? He didn't beat you up?"
Fu Xuanxing gave an awkward smile.
With his elder brother's temper, how could he possibly not have?
"He still looks like he's trying to pass himself off as young, doesn't he?"
Trying to pass himself off as young?
That was quite an apt description.
Fu Xuanxing nodded subconsciously, then hurriedly tried to patch things up. "It isn't