Shen Gongbao's heart tightened:
"My father..."
Grandma Deer sighed, her tail swaying uneasily.
"Ever since you went up the mountain to cultivate, your father has changed. For the first few years, he looked forward to your return every day, but later he simply opened a 'Thunderclap Martial Arts School' to teach the little demons in the neighborhood, and rarely came back on weekdays."
Zhenlei Martial Arts School?
Shen Gongbao's memories surged—it was when he left the Seven Mountains and Five Ridges and loudly boasted to his father that when he returned after completing his studies, he would open a Thunderclap Martial Arts School to teach the little demons in the neighborhood, so that they would never have to worry about not having magic and science again.
Shen Gongbao wiped away the tears that had appeared at the corners of his eyes without him noticing, and changed the subject:
"What about my little brother?"
"That little fellow went out to cultivate three years ago with a wandering Taoist priest, saying he was going to find you."
………
Zhenlei Martial Arts School, Training Ground.
Dozens of lesser demons were training; some wore rabbit ears, some dragged fox tails, and some still had scales.
In the center of the arena, a burly middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, a pair of black leopard ears on his head, and his tail impatiently slapping the ground behind him.
"You need to punch harder! You're all so weak, you can't even beat a pheasant!"
The sound was like thunder, so loud that the ears of the rabbit demons drooped down.
Shen Gongbao stood quietly at the entrance of the martial arts school.
Ten years had passed since I last saw my father, and his temples had turned gray, but his fierce aura remained undiminished.
"Where did this brat come from? This is martial arts school grounds, no trespassing allowed!"
A guard with rhinoceros horns on his head shouted sternly.
Shen Gongbao did not answer, but walked straight to the center of the field.
The middle-aged man seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.
The moment their eyes met, the entire training ground fell silent.
"Father, I'm back."
Shen Gongbao knelt on one knee and performed a standard demon clan salute.
Shen's father—Shen Zhengdao—trembled all over, his leopard tail stiffening:
"A leopard?"
The next second, the two figures embraced tightly. Shen Zhengdao patted his son's back with his rough hands, his voice choked with emotion:
"Good! Good! It's good that you're back!"
The surrounding demons were all dumbfounded.
The usually fierce and menacing Leopard Instructor was now weeping like an ordinary old father.
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