Lord Of Martial Arts

"Little girl, what did you just call your brother? Did you call him Dog?" Darren's eyebrows shot up as he asked. He still hadn't recovered from the shock.

"No, no. Why would I do such a disrespectful thing? My brother's name is Doggy, not Dog," the little girl explained with a shake of her head.

Pfft! Darren snorted in disbelief. "What kind of name is that? What was Finley thinking? I'll teach him a good lesson when I see him!"

"Hey, don't say that about our father. My father said that Doggy is the best name in the world," the boy shouted angrily.

"Uh..." Darren muttered when he couldn't think of a suitable retort. Then he glanced at the little girl and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Liana, but it's not my father who gave me this name. My mother did," replied the little girl.

"Thank God. You are fortunate that your mother named you," Darren murmured. It was indeed a blessing that the little girl had not been named after a four-legged creature. Imagine how terrible it would have been had Finley named her Sheep. Darren would have beaten Finley twice as hard to teach him a lesson!

"Who are you? No outsider is allowed to come in here. Leave now. If my father senses your presence, he will punch you," declared the little girl.

"I'm your father's friend. I'm your uncle." Darren smiled.

"Nonsense! We don't have an uncle like you. You're lying. My mother

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ard." Darren beamed with pride.

Finley frowned, and his face darkened. Barely had Darren arrived here, and he'd already won his son's heart. He hadn't done anything wrong, but Darren had beaten him as soon as he appeared. Then the Water Kylin attacked him. Now his son was siding with Darren. All of a sudden, Finley felt as though everyone was against him.

"By the way, where is Akbar? And the Primitive Emperor and the old turtle?" Darren asked as he shifted his gaze from the adorable young boy to Finley.

"They are all busy. I sensed that you had returned, which is why I came out. I won't be staying for long as I have to guard the time-space whirlpool," Finley's tone turned serious as he explained.

"Guard what?"

"The time-space whirlpool."

"Is something supposed to happen at the time-space whirlpool? Why do you need to guard it?" Darren half-closed his eyes and leaned forward as he asked. This did not sound good, and he needed to know more.

"I don't know. An inexplicable sense of unease has haunted me for the past few years. It feels like something big is going to happen in the time-space whirlpool. That is why I have been guarding it all this time." Finley shook his head. His expression was overcast with anxiety.

"It doesn't seem to be a coincidence that this relic has been kept till now," Fernando, who had been drinking, stopped and said thoughtfully.