At the Zhang family home.
After returning from the Su family home, Zhang Dayuan and his son were both unusually quiet.
Zhang Xuan broke the awkward silence.
"Dad, Su Ye just told me I've got a place in the Burial God Graveyard. And it's not just me. The friends I formed the Hunting Squad with—Xia Zhiqiu, Shen Mo, and Mu Wanrou—can all go too. Su Ye said our teacher secured my place, but I know it never would've come my way without him."
For all his talent in Alchemy, Zhang Xuan had yet to fully come into his own. Even if he might eventually have earned a place in the Burial God Graveyard, it would not have been this time.
Only Su Ye's help could have gotten him in so early.
In a world of geniuses, one step ahead could become a lasting lead—and change a person's life.
At the mention of the Burial God Graveyard,
Zhang Dayuan's eyes lit up.
"Good! That's wonderful! Our ancestors must be smiling on the Old Zhang Family! That's my boy. You've made your old man proud!"
As someone who knew little about cultivation, Zhang Dayuan certainly hadn't understood what the Burial God Graveyard meant before.
But not long ago, Long Aotian had caused an enormous stir in Feng Ying, single-handedly sweeping through one of its High-level Secret Realms.
And what had he done it for, if not a place in the Burial God Graveyard?
Now his own son could enter a place like that. Zhang Dayuan was so excited he almost wanted to drive back to their hometown that very night and pay his respects to the ancestors.
He paced the hall several times before suddenly slapping his son on the shoulder.
"You brat, why didn't you tell me something this big sooner?