When You Die, My Heart Dies Too

Wen Haishan discovered that this eldest grandson of his was even more monstrous than he had imagined—monstrous by far.

He had originally thought Xiao Chen was inferior to Huang Yelang. The latter was a Dragon Seedling; no matter how monstrous Xiao Chen was, he had been born in the secular world, his foundation too weak for him to catch up.

Yet Xiao Chen had utterly crushed Huang Yelang—not merely defeated him, but comprehensively crushed him in every field.

Physical body, Martial Core, secret arts—Huang Yelang was no match for him in any of them.

Such talent was unheard-of, absurdly beyond the standard.

One had to know that Xiao Chen was several years younger than Huang Yelang. His dantian had been shattered for years, his parents had abandoned him, and he had fended for himself for years in some godforsaken backwater where even birds did not shit.

Yet under such adversity, Xiao Chen had still risen later and overtaken him, rubbing Huang Yelang into the ground. Had Wen Haishan not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it!

With such talent, it would be difficult to find a second among Great Xia's younger generation.

At first, he had thought Xiao Lingtian was decent enough and had some value worth cultivating. But compared to Xiao Chen now, he was as weak as dust, inferior by a distance too vast to measure.

Forget Xiao Lingtian—even Wen Yaoguang, his biological grandson at Dao Peak Mountain, who had soaked in Divine Medicine since childhood and crunched rare Spiritual Herbs like carrots and pickles, might not be much more outstanding than Xiao Chen!

He had been separated from Wen Wanrong since childhood. Now that they had reunited as family, finding such a heaven-defying grandson was simply an unexpected delight.

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