Hearing that pointed question, Su Yuan immediately broke into a cold sweat.
From Qi Hanyua's carefree, idle ways before she entered the Preparatory Class, it was clear True Lord Wuluo doted on her daughter.
What strict parent would let a heaven-defying Iridescent Talent like Wuji go to waste?
A strict parent would have started training Qi Hanyua relentlessly from the moment she started school.
With that kind of intensive training, and True Lord Wuluo pouring in her inexhaustible resources, Qi Hanyua would've become a demon king of a person.
She would've had at least a dozen or two Golden Talents.
She would've claimed the title of strongest Qi Cultivator.
And if True Lord Wuluo had been a little more unscrupulous, she could've gotten one of the Ten Great Immortal Sects' Foundation Establishment Methods through her daughter's best friend. Qi Hanyua might've reached the fifth or even sixth level of Foundation Establishment before entering the Preparatory Class.
That was the path a Second Generation Immortal should've taken: born into a family with a background at the very pinnacle of the Federation, and gifted with peerless talent herself.
But Qi Hanyua had never taken that path. Instead, she'd enjoyed every stage of her life before adulthood.
So, from that perspective, True Lord Wuluo's dissatisfaction with him was real. She wasn't joking at all.
Wh-what was he supposed to do?
He couldn't exactly fight a Nascent Soul Peak expert.
Just as the atmosphere began to grow tense, Qi Hanyua spoke up. Her pretty face was earnest as she said,
"Mom, don't talk about Su Yuan like that."
"And your choice of words is so inappropriate! What do you mean, 'playing with me'? You make it sound like Su Yuan did something to me."
"We're just friends, with a simple business relationship involving money."