Lin Fan pondered on what to do next.
Having a son with the cultivation level of the True Immortal Realm—what a delightful thing that was.
"Dad, I want some candied hawthorn."
The crazed old man tugged at Lin Fan's hand, pointing to a distant vendor shouting his wares, drooling with the eagerness of a child.
How could Lin Fan deny his son food? Candied hawthorn, really—that was nothing.
It would hardly cost a few coins.
He considered himself incredibly fortunate.
Even though he hadn't obtained any supreme treasures, he kept stumbling across rare talents. Perhaps this was the blessing of immense immortal karma; the things he encountered were alive, unlike others who encountered only dead objects.
"Dad, it's so sweet." The crazed old man held the candied hawthorn, eating it happily, then held it out to Lin Fan. "Dad, you have to try it—it's really sweet."
Lin Fan reached out with a fatherly hand and gently stroked his head. "Dad doesn't need it; you eat it yourself."
