"However, Brother Lei Wuchang, before that, I still hope to borrow your Thunderbolt Faction's Thunder Pool.
"I know that Little Brother Lei Wuming will definitely need the Thunder Pool to stabilize his Supreme Realm cultivation next, but... I truly feel terribly sorry toward you all."
At that moment, Qin Jiuge's acting skills erupted in full force, leaving the father and son before him thoroughly bewildered.
Yet Qin Jiuge's display was perfectly in line with what the father and son had expected from the start. Naturally, it was time for them to put on a proper performance. "Hahaha! So even you, Qin Jiuge, have a day when you know fear. That is simply wonderful.
"Father, did you see that?
"Your son will absolutely not disappoint you.
"Qin Jiuge, today I challenge you.
"If you win, the Thunder Pool will be lent to you.
"But if you lose, hahaha..."
Clearly, Lei Wuming was getting somewhat carried away.
Lei Wuchang, standing nearby, had already noticed something was off. But in order to cooperate with Qin Jiuge, he kept his mouth shut.
Who would have thought that his son would suddenly stir up such enormous trouble for him? Did the boy not take a proper look at himself first? With those two rusty blades of his, could he possibly be a match for Fellow Daoist Qin Jiuge?
Still, since they were acting, the more convincing it was, the better. Qin Jiuge was going to owe the Lei family a tremendous favor anyway, so naturally, the bigger the favor he owed, the better.
The child might not understand, but could a father be as foolish as his son forever?
They needed an opportunity like this just as badly.
That was right. Lei Wuchang folded his arms, and his eyes—gazing down upon all beneath heaven—glimmered brilliantly.