"Mu'er, you... th-this, this..."
Watching his son change with each passing day, Bei Haifan felt as though his eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
Then he looked at his two old brothers, who had been utterly stunned.
Bei Haifan stammered for a long while before finally asking, "Qin... ahem, what stroke of fortune did you encounter that your combat strength has risen so quickly? Isn't this far too fast?"
What he had truly wanted to ask was: What benefits had Qin Shaofeng given you?
The moment the words left his mouth, he realized they were not right and hurriedly changed them.
Bei Mu had previously said three to seven days.
Yet in only five days, he had already fulfilled what he had said before.
Didn't that mean...
Within half a year, he could truly ascend the Saint Ranking?
There were thirty-three Sages, eighty-eight Venerables, nine hundred and ninety-nine on the Venerable Ranking, and eleven thousand on the Saint Ranking.
The Saint Ranking might have seemed rather worthless.
But only those who had truly reached their level knew that there were simply far too many experts in the Starry Sky World.
Even the eleven-thousandth-ranked person on the Saint Ranking was among the true pinnacle figures.
To make his son's cultivation soar so drastically...
What price would that Qin Shaofeng have to pay?
It was simply too shocking!
"Just a little bit of good fortune."
Bei Mu burst into laughter. "Father, I told you before: if I say I can do it, then I can definitely do it. So the future of our North Sea Gang rests entirely on me, not on filing some petty report."
When he came here the day before yesterday, he had already said something similar.
Now that he said it again, he was far