Only after the other members of the Royal Fight Team at the training grounds began another round of training did the Soul Power Shield around the two of them finally dissipate.
"Yan Yan, go train first. I'll wait for you off to the side, and we'll go home for lunch together."
Dugu Bo knew where to draw the line. He only mentioned a few things he could talk about, just enough to pique his granddaughter's curiosity.
"Alright then, Grandfather. Wait for me a little longer. Morning training will be over soon."
Dugu Yan had only just heard the beginning when her grandfather deliberately cut the conversation short. Though she was terribly frustrated, seeing that the Soul Power Shield had already been lifted, she obediently headed back into the training grounds.
But in the training that followed, Dugu Yan kept getting distracted, glancing toward Dugu Bo at the edge of the field from time to time.
As for the others, with a Titled Douluo watching from the sidelines, they all put on an exceptionally vigorous performance. The contrast between them left no coordination at all, and Qin Ming could hardly bear to watch, so he took the initiative to call a halt to the training.
"Forget it. Let's end morning training here. You won't get any results training like this. I'll make the decision and give you the day off, but you absolutely cannot be like this tomorrow. Understood?"
Hearing Qin Ming's words, Dugu Yan lowered her head, her face burning. She knew that her performance, as well as her grandfather's presence, had affected the others. She could not help complaining inwardly that, once they got home at noon, she would definitely make her grandfather pay by pulling out his beard. Seriously, he had stopped halfway through speaking and made her