"I discussed it with the Council Elders of the family. In a little while, it'll be your birthday."
Fang Zhongwu spoke slowly. "The family was just granted its title. We can hold a grand banquet then and welcome guests from all corners."
"It's worth celebrating that the family has been promoted, but that's all because of Father."
Fang Yuan looked troubled as he said, "My birthday isn't a big occasion. We shouldn't combine it with the celebration."
He was already in the spotlight enough. He really didn't want to make an even bigger fuss.
"You're the future heir of the Fang Family, and Emperor Hongtai personally appointed you Marquis of Xiaoyao. How could your birthday not be important?" Fang Zhongwu disagreed.
Fang Yuan looked at his cheap old dad, who wore a profoundly earnest expression. Something about it felt off.
"Dad, don't tell me you're using this opportunity to help me meet more people, so I can take over the family more easily later."
Though Fang Zhongwu's intentions had been seen through, he remained unruffled and asked, "Do I look like that kind of person?"
"Yes."
Fang Yuan nodded with utmost seriousness.
"See? You've already broken through to Foundation Establishment. Across the Great Zhou Dynasty, you're a powerhouse in your own right. There's nothing wrong with broadening your connections." Fang Zhongwu's argument was perfectly sound.
Fang Yuan didn't argue the point. His dad had wanted to retire for more than a day or two.
But he was being far too obvious about it!
"Father, when did you reach Golden Core?"
Fang Yuan asked the question that had been weighing on his mind.
A Golden Core True Lord could dominate an entire kingdom. Even in a great sect, he'd be an unquestionable big shot.
"Must've been more than twenty years ago."