It was absolutely impossible for him to become a live-in son-in-law.
He should not even think about it.
"Also!" His father looked coldly at Zeng Anmin.
"You were able to kill a third-rank Bi Fang. You must have entered the Extreme Confucian Path, correct?"
"Have all of your father's warnings become wind in your ears?!"
As he spoke, Zeng Shilin suddenly slammed his hand down on the desk with a resounding bang.
His expression had turned incomparably stern.
Zeng Anmin had not expected that after advancing to the fourth rank, not only would his father be unhappy, but he would instead receive a harsh rebuke.
"Father, I am a martial artist by nature." Zeng Anmin fixed his gaze on Zeng Shilin.
"Choosing the Extreme Confucian Path as a Confucian Cultivator is like adding wings to a tiger."
"You surely know such a simple principle, don't you?"
"Why are you acting like this?"
He could not understand it.
Zeng Shilin's lips pressed together faintly.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, yet it all turned into a sigh.
"Forget it. You have already made your choice. Your father will not quarrel with you over this matter."
Zeng Anmin was even more puzzled.
His brows knitted tightly together.
His father was being far too unusual.
"Oh, right, Father, there is something I need to tell you."
Another matter surfaced in Zeng Anmin's mind. He raised his head and looked at Zeng Shilin.
"Before Bi Fang died, it said that Demon King Yangli of the Demon Race and the current Demon Emperor Xiangliu might enter the capital of our Great Sage Dynasty."
"I do not know whether those words were true or false, but I wanted to tell you. We need to make preparations in advance."
"I also know that Master Xu is