"Good! Beautifully done! You really are my son, Mu Feng's boy."
After hearing the full account of his son's journey through the Spirit Road, Mu Feng beamed and praised him again. "I knew it! My son Mu Chen has been clever since he was little. He has the bearing of a great—"
Mu Chen rubbed his temples, his expression suddenly turning strange.
His father, Mu Feng, was wonderful in every way. There was just one thing he did wrong.
Ever since Mu Chen was born, Mu Feng had said, at every turn, "My son Mu Chen has the bearing of a great emperor."
He told everyone he met that a qilin child had descended from the heavens, and anyone he saw that he'd had a fine son.
"This child is such a prodigy. One day, he will surely—"
Honestly, that line was freaking embarrassing, all right?
In the Great Thousand World, where powerhouses stood shoulder to shoulder, anyone titled a Great Emperor was at least a terrifying Heavenly Sovereign-level powerhouse and the head of a major faction.
For example, all of the Nine Ancient Emperors spoken of in old tales were Saint Grade titans.
When this heir was just born, he hadn't even grown all his hair yet. His meridians were fragile, and he was weak as could be. How had you figured out he'd have the bearing of a Heavenly Sovereign one day?
Was it because I was little? Because I didn't bathe?
"Now that you've entered the Divine Soul Realm, have you decided which spirit beast you'll refine?"
Mu Feng changed the subject, turning back to Mu Chen's spiritual cultivation.
Once human martial artists reached the watershed of the Divine Soul Realm, they would choose powerful species from the Spirit Beast Realm, hunt them, and refine their