The Du Family head was quite satisfied with his son, Du Chen.
Though Du Chen was his illegitimate son, the Du Family head felt no distaste toward him.
The Du Family had always been ruthlessly pragmatic. So long as one displayed sufficient strength, whether legitimate or illegitimate, one could obtain the status one deserved.
Yet Du Chen's talent had previously been nothing worth mentioning—merely mediocre at best.
But recently, this son of his had suddenly risen to prominence. After years of quiet accumulation, he had actually surpassed those family disciples he had painstakingly nurtured and trampled the Zhang Family's younger generation beneath his feet. This greatly pleased the Du Family head.
After all, he had scarcely invested any resources into raising this son over the past decade or more, yet the boy had still grown to such a level.
The Du Family head looked at Du Chen and said, "The Daoist has such high praise for you. Why haven't you thanked him?"
Du Chen obediently cupped his hands toward Su Xin. "Thank you for your praise, Daoist."
At this sight, the other Du Family disciples' eyes reddened with jealousy.
An illegitimate son they had once never even regarded had suddenly not only stepped over their heads, but also won the attention of the family head and numerous elders, basking in endless glory.
And now, this powerful figure acknowledged by the family head and many elders had also openly praised that illegitimate son. Why him?
Given how highly regarded the Daoist before them was, they could all imagine that after receiving his acknowledgment and praise, Du Chen's standing within the Du Family would rise by another great margin.
Su Xin nodded and accepted Du Chen's salute. Then he suddenly said, "Family Head Du, just now, an inspiration struck me. I feel