Zeng Shilin felt that the glorious reputation he had built over a lifetime had been utterly ruined.
He stared blankly at the suddenly appearing son before him.
Zeng Anmin pressed his lips tightly together.
Though he had never received professional training, even he knew that at a moment like this, he absolutely could not laugh out loud.
Otherwise, his father would never dare raise his head before him again.
"Cough, cough."
Zeng Anmin looked at his father with an odd expression.
"Father, this is..."
"Oh..."
A flash of panic crossed Zeng Shilin's face as he hastily wiped his snot away with both hands.
Then he gave a dry cough.
His expression immediately turned solemn as he stared at Zeng Anmin with a dark face.
"How did you get out??"
Zeng Anmin spread his hands. "My Spiritual Power is powerful enough that an illusion array cannot affect me, much less some mere..."
Zeng Shilin raised a hand and stopped Zeng Anmin's mouth.
Then, with a wary expression, he waved his hand.
Whoosh!
A golden net enclosed the two of them, cutting off every possibility of outside eavesdropping.
"You mean that during this Illusion Array Imperial Examination, even after the Illusory Demon Lord invaded the illusion array, it still had no effect on you?"
A sharp glint shone between Zeng Shilin's brows.
"Indeed."
"Hiss—" Zeng Shilin sucked in a cold breath and stared at Zeng Anmin in shock.
"Liu Fengnian and those Confucian Cultivators told me that the Illusory Demon Lord discovered the extraordinary nature of your Divine Soul Power and used the Illusory Furnace to refine you... In other words, your divine soul could actually withstand the Illusory Furnace head-on?!!"
Zeng Anmin spread his hands. "That was precisely why I was able to walk out of the illusion array unharmed."
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