Lu Xingkong saw the anticipation in Lu Qingming's eyes and sighed softly to himself.
He knew what his son was thinking. It was just that now truly wasn't the time to set off this volcano.
At this critical moment, who knew whether the lava erupting from that volcano would scorch the Lu family's enemies or the Lu family itself?
After all, the Lu family had treated this child unfairly.
Lu Xingkong looked at Li Mu Yang and said, "Mu Yang, ever since you returned to Tiandu, we grandpa and grandson haven't had a proper talk. I've always been puzzled. You've been cultivating for less than a year—what realm are you actually in now?"
Li Mu Yang appeared composed on the surface, but he was secretly worried.
There were too many mysteries surrounding him, and too many things that were difficult to explain.
Neither Dragon King's Tears nor the Heart of Weak Water was something he could tell outsiders about. Even Lu Qingming, who regarded him as his own nephew, and Old Man Lu, who treated him like his own grandson, could not be told the truth.
However, if he only revealed his true cultivation realm, how would he explain killing Cui Zhao Ren of the Idle Cloud High-grade Realm and Mu Yubai, the High-grade Withered-Prosperity Realm Xifeng Sword God?
One had to know that every level was like a mountain. The difference between his rank and theirs was vast. According to common sense, he should have been utterly incapable of defeating them.
And yet, why had they both ended up falling at his hands?
When an elder asked a question, he could not refuse to answer.
Li Mu Yang looked at Lu Xingkong and said with a smile, "Grandpa Lu, I'm not too familiar with my own cultivation realm either.