"Young General, Young General's arrangements are all set, but isn't that her son? It's just the Young General."
The temple master remained unmoved, smiling as he slowly spoke,
"As long as they come from their mother's womb, if they're not the mother's son, whose son are they?"
"That's true. The son that comes from one's own womb, how could a mother not recognize him."
Chen Xuantian nodded, suddenly turning his head to gaze at the Deaf and Mute Taoist who was staring blankly at the flying butterflies while munching on the red fruit hidden in the basket,
"How old is he? Thirteen?"
The temple master's smile instantaneously disappeared.
Chen Xuantian leisurely turned his head, smiling while looking at the fierce eyes, blackened face, and hands that appeared like Dragon Claws with bulging veins of the Daoist, who was forcing himself to remain seated,
"Oh~ wow~ you really can stay calm~ I would've made a move for sure~ impressive stability~"
