Wu Xiao'ai watched Wang Sheng in silence. His expression was off as well, and she asked cautiously, "Brother Sheng, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Wang Sheng replied blandly.
To be honest, since coming to this world, he had met Wang Batian fewer than ten times. At most, they were slightly better than strangers.
As for feelings, there were none at all. Wang Sheng truly felt nothing about his death.
However, Wang Sheng had no intention of letting things end like this just because he was dead.
After all, he had been his father in this life.
Besides, he still had not settled the score with Ji Changying for hunting him down!
It was time to collect that debt.
Thinking of this, he smiled faintly. "Xiao'ai, I'm fine! But I need to go home. Go call Elder Nangong over!"
"I'll go!"
Nangong Feiyan stepped outside before anyone else.
Once Nangong Feiyan left, the group fell into an eerie silence.
Because they did not know how to comfort Wang Sheng.
And Wang Sheng could not act too calm either. After all, his so-called father had died!
In the end, it was Wu Xiao'ai, the clever little girl, who forcibly changed the subject. Smiling at Wang Sheng, she said, "Brother Sheng, Brother, Nangong Feiyan, and Dugu Yan are all Soul Ancestors above level forty now!"
"Hahaha, someone finally surpassed a freak like you!"
"Oh?"
Hearing that, he looked up at Dugu Yan and Wu Xiaodong. A trace of surprise appeared on his face, but it quickly faded.
After all, four years had passed!
With their talent, reaching Soul Ancestor was nothing unusual.
Wang Sheng said, "How do you know I haven't improved too?"
Wu Xiao'ai froze for a moment before immediately realizing something. "Hahaha, Brother Sheng, when did you learn to brag? Even