"An order from the Heavens! Hit them with a spatula!" Jiu Zui wheezed, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. "Oh, kid. You are exactly like him. You are exactly like Bai Hao. That stubborn, arrogant glutton used to tell the previous Sect Leader to go eat dirt if a sect meeting interrupted his dough-proofing schedule."
The Drunken Sovereign slammed his hand on the table, a wide, fiercely doting grin spreading across his face.
The intimidating aura of the Second Generation elder completely vanished, replaced by the energy of an incredibly indulgent, slightly unhinged grandfather who had just decided his new grandchild could do no wrong.
