"Heh, he noticed."
In a pavilion, Xu Tianran leaned against the window, watching the two figures glide away through the sky. His eyes held a trace of admiration.
"Elder Xue, how strong is that fellow?"
He withdrew his gaze, picked up the hot tea on the table, and took a light sip.
Xu Tianran certainly did not believe those intimidating nine soul rings, but the youth's strength appeared to be no weaker than his own.
As his voice fell, a white-haired, white-bearded old man appeared out of thin air from the shadows behind him.
"Very strong! Ultimate Ice! Even this old man cannot be certain. Such a young man is indeed worthy of having come from Shrek..."
The old man's tone was grave. Judging solely by his presence, that brat was practically no different from a genuine Title Douluo.
But nine hundred-thousand-year soul rings? That was absolutely impossible. Even the Shrek Seven Devils, who had become gods back then, might not have been able to achieve it.
"Oh? Even Elder Xue is uncertain? It seems Jing Hongchen has quite a good eye..."
Xu Tianran was slightly surprised, then smiled thoughtfully.
It would be good if Jing Hongchen could truly keep this brat. He had a granddaughter, and Xu Tianran had a younger sister.
One thing led to another, and the two families could become even closer.
Not only would he gain a talented individual, he could also draw Jing Hongchen under his command and find a suitable match for his little sister.
"Someone, summon my uncle. Send this disgrace to the ancestral shrine and have the clan elder properly discipline him..."
Xu Tianran glanced at Xu Tianyun in the distance and curled his lips in disdain.
If not for his father stopping him, he would have cleaned house long ago