Inside Lu Chenming's residence on Nine Heavens Peak.
Lu Chenming sat across from his trusted steward, sipping tea. Yet what they discussed was not sect affairs, but the future of his only son, Lu Yan, who was merely thirteen years old.
"Yan'er has made decent progress in cultivation lately, but his temperament is somewhat impetuous and still requires strict guidance. The sect has capable teachers, but I wish to find him another reliable guide. Do you have anyone suitable to recommend?"
A trace of paternal concern showed between Lu Chenming's brows.
As a True Disciple, he lacked no resources. But when it came to his child's future—especially during the foundational stage—there could not be the slightest carelessness.
After all, such a vast family estate needed someone to inherit it.
The steward replied respectfully, "The young master's talent is exceptional, and his foundation is solid. With a little guidance, he will surely become a great talent. This subordinate believes Instructor Liu of the Outer Sect is steady in character and quite patient in teaching disciples. Perhaps he could..."
Before he could finish, hurried footsteps came from outside. "Senior Brother Lu, urgent news!"
Lu Chenming's brows furrowed slightly. He had ordered that no one was to disturb him while he handled family matters unless it was truly urgent.
He said in a deep voice, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and his trusted junior brother strode in, a grave expression on his face. He first bowed to Lu Chenming and the steward. "Senior Brother, confirmed news has just come from Tianbao Tower. Chen Qing of the True Martial lineage entered the tower half an hour ago and has successfully passed the thirty-first floor!"
"Hmm?"
Lu Chenming's hand paused slightly as he held his teacup, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.