Wang Ruyan sighed softly. "That's right. Don't spread word of this; it would reflect badly. If you ever have the chance to attempt the Nascent Soul Realm, make sure to travel and gain experience outside. Don't rush things—hot tofu can't be eaten in a hurry. Huaxiao is the overturned cart before you."
"Yes, Great-Grandmother. Your grandson (granddaughter-in-law) understands."
Wang Youwei and Ouyang Mingyue answered in unison, their expressions solemn.
Rumble!
Deafening thunder rolled down from the sky as thick, waist-sized silver lightning serpents endlessly slithered through the thunderclouds.
They leaped onto a verdant high peak and looked up at the thunderclouds overhead. Worry appeared on all four of their faces without prior agreement.
Wang Huaxiao had failed. Would Wang Qiuming succeed?
In an underground chamber, Wang Qiuming sat cross-legged on a cushion, his eyes shut and his brow faintly furrowed. The stone walls of the chamber were inscribed with countless golden runes, gleaming like gold.
Wang Qiuming was undergoing the Inner Demon Trial. This was the hardest trial.
Within a secluded courtyard of blue-tiled buildings, Qi Shanshan and Wang Qingzhi sat in a stone pavilion. Qi Shanshan held a delicate, doll-like baby girl in her arms, gazing at her with a face full of motherly affection.
Wang Qiuming and a plump blue-dressed woman stood nearby, their expressions respectful.
"Qiuming, you're a father now too. You need to be steadier from now on. Zhu'er will look after the child, so go manage the family business without worry."
Wang Qingzhi spoke kindly.
"Husband, go without worry! I'll take good care of Fu'er."
The blue-dressed woman spoke with understanding, her face beaming with delight.
Wang Qiuming looked at Wang Qingzhi and Qi Shanshan, sighed, then dropped to his knees and kowtowed to them three times.
"Qiuming, what are you doing? Get up,