"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.
"Uncle, you're weird! I asked you first, even if you want to ask who I am, you should answer me first, then ask who I am, right?" The little boy rolled his eyes.
"I'm your dad." Zhang Xiaohao laughed.
"Hehe—! Uncle, you're funny." The little boy laughed, clutching his belly.
Whoosh!
A figure flashed, bringing a golden gust of wind, rushing up swiftly, with a swirl of the right hand, a golden palm print exploded from the palm center. It was Zhang Xiaohao's famous technique—the Sky Flipping Seal.
The terrifying pressure, imbued with unrelenting dominance, bore down on Zhang Xiaohao.
"The Sky Flipping Seal? Interesting." Zhang Xiaohao smiled slightly.
He casually reached forward with his right hand and caught the palm print shot by the little boy, still smiling as he looked at him.
"At your age, achieving such cultivation is truly remarkable!" Zhang Xiaohao praised.
