Little Taotie tilted his head, his big eyes filled with confusion, speaking in a childish voice: "Grandpa?"
The Heavenly Emperor was about to respond when a sinister voice came from behind: "Should I call you father?"
Boom!
Thunder rumbled behind him!
The Heavenly Emperor dodged quickly, but the edge of his robe was still scorched by the lightning, crackling with sparks.
"Didn't you leave!" The Heavenly Emperor exclaimed: "Sneaking an attack!"
The Emperor clenched his fist, and the lightning in his palm disappeared.
He cast a sideways glance at the Heavenly Emperor with displeased voice: "She called you grandpa, and you dared to respond?"
The Heavenly Emperor stiffened his neck: "Zaizai calls, I naturally ought to—" His voice halted abruptly.
He saw the Emperor open his palm, a thunder ball emitting purple light, crackling.
"Hmm?" The Emperor sneered at him.
