Powerful Talent

"Oh? What kind of ability do you have to protect yourself? Go on, tell me!" Mu Zheng treated it as his son joking around and did not get angry, merely teasing Lin Chuan.

"Father, I'd like to speak with you privately!" Lin Chuan's eyes shifted slightly as he spoke in his childish voice.

Everyone shook their heads upon hearing Lin Chuan's words.

"What little secret could a child possibly have that he can't say here?" someone below said with a helpless laugh.

Mu Li glanced at Lin Chuan without stopping him. Instead, he was rather curious.

His younger brother had always been unusually mature. Many times, he simply could not see him as a three-year-old child. Since he had said something like this now, he must have planned it long ago.

Mu Zheng pursed his lips, waved his hand, and turned to head toward the inner hall first, silently agreeing to speak with Lin Chuan privately.

"Go on, then. Let's see what you have to say that can't be said outside!" Mu Zheng said with a smile, scraping Lin Chuan's nose.

Lin Chuan curled his lips and took a step back. He stretched out his right hand as a great deal of water spiritual energy surged from his meridians. A pale-blue sphere of water slowly appeared in his palm and began continuously changing shape, swiftly forming into a longsword.

Seeing this, Mu Zheng could not help nodding to himself. His son's control over water spiritual energy was precise to the extreme. In terms of spiritual energy control alone, his strength had already surpassed that of most Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.

"Your control of water spiritual energy has improved again, but that still isn't enough reason for me to let you go to the Hunting Grounds!" Mu Zheng said sternly.

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