"What sort of tantrum are you throwing?"
Tianli, the elderly man, glared at Li Dazhi and scolded,
"What's all this about this view and that view? Look at your son! He's practically floating!"
"Oh, right, right, right!"
Li Dazhi hurriedly stood up, grabbed ahold of Li Ping'an beside him, and Li Ping'an gripped his father's hand in return, using all his strength to whisper the softest voice.
"Don't spread this outside; there could be trouble, Dad..."
Li Dazhi asked anxiously, "Ping'an, what's the matter with you?"
"The power of Heavenly Dao suddenly surged," Li Ping'an, using the support of his father's strength, sat cross-legged in midair, "I need to suppress the power of Heavenly Dao, Dad, don't try to resonate with Heavenly Dao anymore. Every time you try, I run into trouble!"
"Alright, alright!"
Li Dazhi nodded repeatedly, looking at Li Ping'an's condition with full concern.