Seizing the Throne

As Zhuge Xiang looked at the little boy beside Wu Zhao, astonishment grew increasingly intense on his face. First of all, when he placed his spiritual mind upon the little boy, a sensation of bloodline connection actually arose—a profound and abstruse feeling that, no matter how resolute Zhuge Xiang's disposition was, shook him to the core. Regarding the little boy's identity, Zhuge Xiang harbored some guesses in his heart.

On the other hand, judging by his appearance, he seemed merely two or three years old, yet Zhuge Xiang could sense his spiritual mind. Although it was extremely weak compared to his own, it was far stronger than that of an ordinary person. Within that tiny body, Qi Energy was contained, causing the vital Qi between heaven and earth to fluctuate with his breathing—he possessed unexpectedly the cultivation base of the Qi Refining Stage.

Although Zhuge Xiang's current strength rivaled that of the Gods and Buddhas of all Heavens, he knew very well how difficult it was to break through from the Qi Refining Stage to the Qi Refining Stage. Even he himself had expended quite a bit of effort back then to successfully break through to the Qi Refining Stage, yet the little boy before his eyes was only two or three years old and was already at the Qi Refining Stage cultivation base?

"He... he...", with a thick look of astonishment on his face, Zhuge Xiang pointed at Wu Nian and spoke in a rather stammering manner. Both his identity and his Qi Refining Stage cultivation base at this age left Zhuge Xiang deeply shocked.

"That's right, he is your son.", Wu Zhao naturally knew his guess upon seeing Zhuge Xiang's astonished expression, and she nodded in confirmation.

"Haha, I, Zhuge Xiang, actually have a son?", although a son