After a while.
Miao Zi's wails gradually subsided.
It turned its head to look at Yi Chen who had stopped his actions, unable to suppress its curiosity:
"Dad, why aren't you hitting anymore?"
"Hmph, it's boring, do you think I can't see through your little schemes?"
"I'm just humoring you, so your filial piety doesn't go to waste."
"Do you really think a peerless powerhouse like me needs comfort from you, Miao Zi? Rest assured, even if both the Taoist Emperor and Asna decide to join forces to exterminate me, I still have a trump card."
Yi Chen patted Miao Zi's head, and gently said, at this moment, however, he lifted his head, gazing beyond the palace barriers, into the distant future.
