"Jingtian, you've suffered these past years."
The dean of the main academy wore a Daoist robe and always seemed calm and unruffled. No matter the time or place, one could hardly ever see any emotion on his face.
"Father, I haven't suffered. My cultivation has improved a lot in the Dark World over the years. I've already reached the Immortal Emperor realm," Duan Jingtian said, staring at the dean of the main academy. There was an irrepressible hope and longing in his eyes.
"Mm." The dean of the main academy merely nodded faintly.
The hope and longing in Duan Jingtian's eyes gave way to disappointment, but he didn't dare show it. He continued to force a smile.
"I'm truly happy that Father came to receive me in person," Duan Jingtian said.
"It's only a clone. With your strength, there's no way you could have gotten out of here," the dean of the main academy said calmly.
Duan Jingtian was still very happy.
After all, the dean could have sent War Emperor Mitian and the others to make the trip, but instead he had personally sent a clone. That clearly meant he cared about his son.
The thought filled Duan Jingtian with joy.
His goal in life was to surpass his eldest and second eldest brothers and earn his father's approval.
He had always felt that his father didn't value or care for him enough. But now, it seemed his father did care about him. When he was in danger, his father would even come to fetch him in person.
"Jingtian, what do you think of the Dark World compared with the Thirty-Three Heavens?" The dean of the main academy stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant river of stars as he asked slowly.
"The Dark World