"So... you sent him... to me?"
"Yes, I feel it's better for you to take care of him."
Northern Domain, Stone Village, under the great willow tree.
Chen Zhixing held his son in his arms, leaning against the great willow tree, stroking Chen Moqing's little head as he blinked his eyes.
The Divine Liu swayed its branches, and a few willow leaves fell accordingly.
"Sent him to me... you... felt it too?"
"What?"
Swatting away Chen Moqing's outstretched hand, Chen Zhixing looked up and said, "If you mean the prelude to war, I have already felt it, but currently, I cannot pinpoint the opposing target. With the strength shown by the Three Great Sacred Lands now, I honestly can't think of who would make them become so vigilant."
Chen Moqing tried to escape again, a slightly vexed Chen Zhixing let him run out for dozens of meters before patting the ground.
Splat.
