A Ninth-grade talent—before this, it would have been enough to send Cao Wenzhao and the Cao Family into raptures.
But now, a mere Ninth-grade talent simply could not shoulder the Cao Family's burden.
Just as Cao Wenzhao's thoughts churned.
"Waaah!!!"
A crisp, piercing wail suddenly rang out from inside the room.
Cao Wenzhao immediately fixed his eyes on the door.
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
The sweat-soaked midwife came rushing out, cradling a swaddled infant, her face wreathed in smiles.
"Congratulations, Prefectural Assistant! Congratulations!"
"Mother and son are both safe! It's a little Young Master!"
Cao Wenzhao's heart jolted, and he strode forward in two quick steps.
He snatched the swaddling clothes into his arms.
At that moment, he did not even have time to spare the baby's wrinkled little face another glance.
The first thing he did after taking the infant—
Was examine the child's innate talent and bone structure.
And it was a good thing he checked.
The moment he did—
Cao Wenzhao's hands began to tremble.
His breathing turned incomparably heavy in an instant.
"This... this is..."
Cao Wenzhao stared fixedly at the bloodstained swaddling clothes in his arms, eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.
Seventh-grade!!!
This child actually possessed Seventh-grade talent!
One had to know that in the remote region of the Ninety-Six Islands, let alone a Seventh-grade talent, even an Eighth-grade talent would be joyous news great enough to make a family beat gongs and drums, as though smoke were rising from their ancestors' graves.
"HAHAHAHA!!!"
Cao Wenzhao could no longer maintain the dignity of a Prefectural Assistant. He threw back his head and burst into wild laughter in the courtyard.
"Seventh-grade! It's actually Seventh-grade!"
"Heaven bless the Cao Family! Heaven bless the Cao Family!"
Just then.
The Cao Family's old