Murong Mansion.
A quiet chamber.
It was usually where the Murong Clan heads of generations past had cultivated.
Only after receiving permission did Murong Xiao enter the quiet chamber.
"Grandfather, why did you call for me?"
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw his grandfather, Murong Hai, sitting on a cushion, with a wooden box beside him.
"Why else? To check on your progress and see whether you've been slacking off since joining Clear Abyss."
Murong Hai raised his eyes.
The Murong Clan was still under his word alone; he was the one who settled the universe.
But the day would come when he grew old.
His son, Murong Xiao's father, had been missing for years.
The other branches had long had their eyes on the clan-head position.
Fortunately, Murong Xiao had always displayed tremendous talent. That was the only reason those people merely entertained the thought in their hearts, never daring to take any real action.
"Don't worry, Grandfather. I've always remembered what you told me," Murong Xiao said earnestly.
"How many meridians have you opened in the Blood-Qi Realm?" Murong Hai asked.
Murong Xiao answered honestly, "Seven. I'm just a tiny bit away from eight."
"Good. That's impressive. You're far stronger than I was at your age."
"I only wonder how you fare in a fight."
Murong Hai nodded and rose to his feet.
His aura was suppressed to the seventh meridian of the Blood-Qi Realm.
"Come on. Let's have a little spar, grandfather and grandson."
"Grandfather?"
"Don't worry. I won't use martial arts beyond the Blood-Qi Realm."
The quiet chamber rang with the clash of fists and feet, and the surge of force.
An incense stick later.
"Enough, enough! Grandfather, you're too good!"
Murong Xiao slumped to the floor, looking thoroughly aggrieved, drenched in sweat.
"You're