Your Father Simon Yuan Is Very Funny

Many of the Divine Generals and Dragon Lords present exchanged glances, secretly wiping cold sweat from their brows.

Was he being sarcastic?

Or was he actually serious?

"Perfect, I have plenty of free time!" His Majesty the Celestial Emperor said with a cheerful smile. "Since all you High Gods are too busy to manage your kids, I'll take care of them for you!"

The kids were much more innocent—some of them even started laughing at his words.

Lucia Lu couldn't help but find it funny too. She leaned to her left and whispered, "Luna, His Majesty the Celestial Emperor is really—"

Her voice came to an abrupt stop.

Because she suddenly realized it wasn't Luna standing on her left—it was Sean Shaw.

Sean Shaw stood perfectly still, looking down at her. For once, there was a hint of expression on his face, as if he was silently asking what she wanted to say.

Lucia Lu had no choice but to continue, "Your father, the Emperor, is very humorous."

Sean Shaw replied coolly, "Just putting on a show for the crowd."

Lucia Lu: "..."

Up on the High Platform, His Majesty the Celestial Emperor kept talking: "...Of course, I'm not just being impulsive here—I've got evidence to back it up.

In the past thousand years, Drake Abyss has received more than eighty-eight thousand complaints about Divine youths running off to the lower realms and causing chaos.

Some accidentally breathed fire and burned down a whole city;

Some got drunk and started brawling, dragging mortals into the mess;

Some abused their power to help their relatives crush other families;

And just recently, Lord Hades even came to complain, saying a Saint Maiden ran off to the Underworld and forcibly slept with his son!

Honestly, with how his son looks, I have no idea which goddess would even want him!

Pfft!

Hahahaha!

The crowd erupted in thunderous laughter!

Lucia Lu was laughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath. Out of habit, she patted the person next to her: "Hey! His Majesty the Celestial Emperor is hilarious! Hahaha!"

Sean Shaw glanced at the slender hand patting his arm, then looked up at the Celestial Emperor pretending to be serious on the platform. For the first time in his life, he thought maybe his father’s sense of humor wasn’t so bad after all.

After two pats, Lucia suddenly realized the muscle under her hand was surprisingly firm.

Uh... She’d forgotten again this wasn’t Luna beside her.

She quickly pulled her hand back and glanced at Sean, noticing a trace of amusement in his eyes, which finally put her at ease.

Once the laughter died down, His Majesty the Celestial Emperor frowned and said seriously, "So, what does eighty-eight thousand complaints mean?"

It means I, the Celestial Emperor, am way too lazy!

I’ve pushed everything onto the Dragon Lords, onto the Southern Realm and the Lumina Realm, making all you High Gods so busy you can’t keep up!

Our Divine youths lack discipline—they’re all becoming spoiled brats!

His Majesty the Celestial Emperor put on an innocent face: "But you can’t blame me! The whole world is peaceful—surely I’m allowed to slack off a little, right?"

Everyone laughed again.

But ever since Lord Hades came to complain, I’ve felt so guilty about it.

So, I decided to set up a Divine Commanders’ Training Camp and gather all kids under two thousand years old—whether you’re God Tier or High Goddess level.

First, I’ll teach you all how to command troops and set formations, so if the Nightspawn invade again, we won’t be defenseless!

Second, I’m keeping you all here and giving you things to do so you won’t run off and provoke troublesome figures like Lord Hades again!

You have no idea what kind of person Lord Hades is! He’ll cry, make a scene, and even threaten to hang himself—he’s driven me crazy!

...

By the time His Majesty finished speaking, the crowd—who’d been a little tense—had all relaxed.