At the foot of the Holy Landâs mountain.
The little chubbyâs fat rounded body has become soaked in his own sweat as he gasped for air from the long hike up the sloping path.
âPa, weâve been climbing for so long, when can we reach the Holy Land? I canât move my legs anymore.â
PAHH!
A slap instantly came flying over from the side, landing directly onto the back side of the chubbyâs head.
âYou will walk even if you canât walk. Itâs only been a little distance so far so quit yapping that mouth. In the future donât claim to be my son if you are like this!â his voice grumpy and unmerciful, Wang Deqiu angrily glared at the chubby beside himself.
Rubbing the back of his brain to sooth the sting, the little chubby makes a blaming look but kept quiet anyways.
âPapa.â Its then a small delicate hand reaches over to tug at the manâs sleeve, causing Wang Deqiuâs heart to melt away at the voice.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI canât move either, I want to be carriedâ¦.â
In front of his own daughterâs plea, Wang Deqiuâs serious and stern expression promptly crumbled. Instead, a warm smile bloomed followed by an involuntary softening of his voice.
âAlright, your papa here will carry you. We mustnât let our Xiaotong get tired now can we.â
When picking up his daughter, the way he acts was completely different when facing his son. Itâs downright bias.
Making a wronged face, Wang Xiaopeng purses his lips in discontent: âPa, you are being bias.â
Shooting a stare in return: âSay another word and I will ditch you here!â
That sentence instantly shuts the chubby up, but not before he murmurs one final comment.
âIf only I can be sister Bai Yanâs son, how wonderful would that beâ¦.â
Not only is she good-looking, she is gentle to Xiachen unlike my old man here. He only knows how to beat me.
âWhat are you muttering about?â asked Wang Deqiu after picking up some slight noise from his back.
âNothing,â the chubby jerked in the corner of his mouth over how sensitive his old manâs ear was. He only dares to have that thought inside, never would he say it aloud because he knew his old man would beat him to death.
âThen hurry up and move your legs. I heard the chief is also here in the Holy Land so we need to go greet him, and I also heard Bai Yan is backâ¦.â
The truth was Chief Wu Wei had taken into consideration of this familyâs relationship to Bai Yan when picking out the disciples from the Misty Fairy House. However, despite the manâs effort to locate the family of three, they were nowhere to be found, not even a trace. Due to that reasoning, a letter was left behind at the Wang familyâs estate.
Itâs just thatâ¦.
Instead of telling Wang Deqiu to come to the Holy Land right away, Chief Wu Wei wrote that they should seek refuge inside the Abyss first and to only come after receiving the signal that itâs safe to do so, thatâs why theyâre so late.
In the end as a result of that twist and turn, the one to suffer here would be poor Wang Xiaopeng. Despite the chubby kidâs unfit body shape, the boyâs father didnât slow down at all to accommodate his struggling pace and walked even faster.
âPapa, shouldnât we wait for Brother?â asked the innocent Wang Xiaotong thatâs being carried.
Giving his daughter a rub on the head regarding that comment, Wang Deqiu happily answers her: âYour brother is too fat lately, we need to help him lose some of those calories. Why else do you think I didnât bring a carriage along? Itâs to help him lose that fat.â
Wang Xiaotong nodded her head almost out of reflex. She didnât understand still but she has full trust in her papaâs decisions. No wrong could come from her father in this young girlâs eye.