Gong Shaoyan instantly swallowed his words, suddenly remembering that he was just a Saint Apprentice Realm cultivator… and Mo Xixi had just pushed his father aside like trash.
"Uh… um… Father, are you okay?" He awkwardly patted Gong Jueyon's back, acting as if he had never shouted.
Gong Jueyon groaned as he struggled to sit up. His body still ached from the impact.
Gong Shaoyan forced out a nervous laugh.
"Father, what happened? Weren't you supposed to - "
"Shut up!" Gong Jueyon snapped, rubbing his temples.
"This is your fault! If you had explained things properly, I wouldn't have - "
Gong Shaoyan pointed at himself, looking utterly wronged. "My fault?!"
"Father, I was outside! You were the one who charged in!"
"You - !!" Gong Jueyon's face turned red with anger. His chest heaved as he raised a trembling hand to point at his son.
The more he looked at his useless son, the dizzier he felt.
