Hearing his wife's words, Wang Yulun instantly felt that the fishing rod in his hand had lost its appeal. Even when a fish took the bait, he did not lift the rod.
"Xu Gang was someone I watched grow up. His words might have a bit of water in them, but never too much." "I saw those Chaos Great Saint Level giant beasts too. I could do it as well."
"Stop exposing my shortcomings all the time. No matter what, I'm still the Human Race's first Chaos Great Saint," Wang Yulun said.
Hearing "the Human Race's first Chaos Great Saint," Murong Qian'er immediately put on an admiring tone. "The Human Race's first Great Saint—so impressive!"
"Of course!"
Seeing his title acknowledged, Wang Yulun lifted his rod and reeled in the fish from the lake. At that moment, a streak of flying light crossed the horizon, and Li Xuandao arrived by the lakeside as well.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle Wang," Li Xuandao said with a bow.
Whenever he came to fish by the lake, he often ran into Wang Yulun. "Xuandao, no need to be so formal."
"Why didn't you bring your wife out fishing today?" Wang Yulun asked warmly. "Long'er is in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Saint Realm."
Li Xuandao set up his fishing gear by the lake some distance away as he spoke. "Do you need my help? Suppressing a Saint tribulation is no big deal," Wang Yulun said with concern. He thought rather highly of this martial nephew, who was exceptionally clear-headed about himself.
Even though his cultivation base and accomplishments were the lowest among the martial siblings, it had not affected his state of mind. Wang Yulun greatly appreciated that optimistic attitude.
"Thank you, Martial Uncle. Long'er has some talent herself, so there's no need