"He's doing it for your own good too," Fang Che said against his will.
"Of course it's for my own good, but the problem is that listening to too many of those big truths gets annoying, brother!"
Emperor Ye sighed helplessly, "Do you believe it? If our father were still alive, he wouldn't nag like this. He's almost worse than old maids."
Fang Che chuckled, saying, "Your words remind me of my mom."
Emperor Ye laughed and said, "But, just this morning, I felt that when you helped me purge the poison, you actually left me with a huge surprise."
Fang Che knew what he meant but asked puzzled, "What surprise?"
Emperor Ye said casually, "Some residual power from your cultivation technique lingered within me, purifying the spiritual energy and improving some of my innate talent traits."
Fang Che was astonished, "Is that even possible?"
