Two days later, inside the Pope's Hall in Spirit City, Bibi Dong was speaking with Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Just then, a whooshing sound echoed as a small infant flew in from outside, then zipped around the vast Pope's Hall.
Behind him, a beautiful young girl, about twelve or thirteen years old, ran in, panting, and yelled exasperatedly,
"Zhao Ping'an! How many times have I told you not to fly into the Pope's Hall when teacher is busy… Are you itching for a beating?!"
"No, no! I want Mommy, I want Mommy…"
The flying infant didn't care; he mumbled, fully embodying the nature of a mischievous child.
"Slap…"
Bibi Dong pressed her hand to her forehead in distress. This mischievous child of hers was truly annoying.
Couldn't he see she was busy right now? Why was he flying in here?
Seeing this, Ghost Douluo tried to fly up and catch the mischievous Zhao Ping'an.
But in the next second, space rippled, and a large hand directly grabbed the mischievous Zhao Ping'an.
Then, another large hand began to spank the mischievous child's bottom.
"You little rascal, always flying around all day! You little brat, do you think you're asking for a beating? Watch your dad give you a good thrashing."
After several consecutive slaps, the mischievous Zhao Ping'an felt his bottom stinging. Then, the mischievous Zhao Ping'an was thrown to Ghost Douluo.
Ghost Douluo casually caught him, and Zhao Ling's voice came from beside him.
"Old Ghost, take this brat to the wet nurse. I've restricted his flying ability for now. Let him reflect on his actions."
"No, Dad, I was wrong! Don't restrict my flying ability! If I can't fly, I'll be bored to death.
Besides, Big Sister Nana keeps pinching my face and asking why I'm not as handsome as Dad. Don't I have any dignity?!"
The mischievous child, caught by Elder Ghost, grimaced once he felt his flying ability was indeed restricted.
This innate ability to fly had been his pride since birth.
Now, his dad had actually restricted his flying ability. Wouldn't he be subjected to Big Sister Nana or the wet nurses pinching his face every day from now on?
Even if his looks weren't as good as his father's, he was still better than most people, right?
He was super cute and super popular with the big sisters.
But Big Sister Nana actually said his looks were far inferior to his father's. Of course, he didn't want Big Sister Nana to hold him.
"Less nonsense! I've wanted to restrict your flying ability for a long time. You little rascal, you don't sleep properly all day, always flying around in your mother's Pope's Hall.
If there's a next time, I'll bring your big sister Mengyan to deal with you. She's been wanting to beat you for a long time.
Your sister has begged me many times. If it weren't for her mother disagreeing, I would have brought her to deal with you already."
Zhao Ling glared fiercely at his mischievous child and then told him about Zhao Mengyan's desire to deal with him.
"Uh… no, no…"
Zhao Ping'an shook his head like a rattle drum in fright. He had long known he had a sister named Zhao Mengyan.
And that sister, like him, could fly naturally and had innate spirit power of thirty levels.
Now at nine years old, her spirit power had already reached fifty or sixty levels.
Anyway, Zhao Ping'an knew that if he ever encountered his sister, he would probably be beaten senseless.
Although his father and mother often said they would give him a good thrashing if he didn't listen, they spoiled him to death. How could they bear to lay a hand on him?
Even though his father had just slapped his bottom several times, he hadn't used much force.
But if he encountered his sister, he probably had no choice but to cry.
Forget it, if his flying ability was restricted now, then so be it. It was only temporary.
When he grew a little older, his father would surely lift the restriction on him.
At that time, he could still fly around as usual, as long as his father didn't bring his sister to beat him up.
Immediately, the mischievous child stopped making a fuss and allowed Ghost Douluo to take him away. Bibi Dong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I never thought Ping'an would have someone he fears. Husband, next time, bring that child Yan'er to Spirit City and let her give our son a good lesson."
"Uh, Dong'er, are you really willing to let our daughter Mengyan give Ping'an a good beating? I was just scaring Ping'an earlier."
Zhao Ling twitched his lips. Of course, he had long wanted to bring that child Mengyan to the Douluo Continent to see the world.
But Xi'er had never agreed, so he was quite helpless.
"What's there to be unwilling about? Is that girl Yan'er going to beat her own brother to death?
Besides, our son's physique is quite good; he shouldn't be so easily damaged."
Bibi Dong nodded without thinking, her beautiful eyes filled with anticipation.
"I've long wanted to see that mischievous child crying his eyes out. He always makes a fuss in front of me, knowing I can't bear to beat him."
"Alright, next time I'll mention it to Xi'er and ask her to bring that child Yan'er to properly educate that mischievous child."
Meanwhile, the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl stepped forward and said to Zhao Ling,
"Godfather, I also think you must bring Ping'an's sister to give him a good lesson.
Otherwise, Ping'an will always think we spoil him too much and won't dare to do anything to him, which is why he's disobedient. He needs someone to set him straight."
Zhao Ling looked at the twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, pondered for a moment, then nodded, silently praying for Zhao Ping'an in his heart.
"My son, this wasn't your father's intention. This was all your mother and Big Sister Nana's idea. If your sister beats you next time, please don't blame your dad."
Just then, Zhao Ping'an, who was held by Ghost Douluo and being taken to the wet nurse, felt a chill run through him, as if something very ominous was about to happen.
Although he was young and didn't know what this ominous feeling meant, he just felt that disaster was probably looming.
It must be that his mother and Big Sister Nana said something to his father.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have this feeling of impending doom.
Even though his father had threatened him with his sister Mengyan before, he hadn't felt such a clear sense of danger.
This time, the feeling was so clear and obvious. It probably wouldn't be long before Big Sister Mengyan came to beat him up.
Waaah… Zhao Ping'an imagined himself being utterly miserable after being thrashed by his own sister in the future, and he burst into tears in the wet nurse's arms.
His crying immediately bewildered both Elder Ghost and the wet nurse. This mischievous child rarely cried.
Why was he suddenly crying so miserably now? What on earth happened???