Familiar Arrogance

Junior grinned. "See? It's good talking to smart people. At least you're that much, fake dad."

"What a snotty nosed brat." Dyon laughed.

"I had to get it from someone." Junior nodded as though it was only natural, his long white hair fluttering slightly in the wind. Though he barely came up midway through Dyon's thigh, Dyon almost felt like this 'son' of his was eye level with him. "Don't you think you should make it up to me?"

"And how do you want me to do that?"

"Easy. I'm bored here. There's only so much to see. I want to go other places. I also want to start cultivating already, but every time I ask everyone always says it's too early.

"But Aiden can already beat me up, I don't like it." Junior frowned and crossed his small arms, a very serious expression taking over his adorable face.

"Aiden can do that?"

"Of course. His father is a heaven's child. He has innate abilities I don't even without cultivating. Namely, he's too fast. I can't catch him."