Of course, news about the Saint Martial Stage Wind Thunder Roaring Beast had also reached him.
At the same time, there was the matter of the Tyrant Heaven Chamber of Commerce's Saint Martial Stage Dark Wing Dragon Eagle. All of it was in the intelligence reports, but one additional Saint Martial demonic beast was no great matter to Pei Kuang, so it was left unmentioned for now.
Right now, he only wanted to know what exactly his youngest son was.
"Go make the arrangements first. I'll go see my youngest wife as well." As Pei Kuang spoke, he slowly rose to his feet. Pei Yusheng had naturally not yet returned to the Thousand Kings Holy Tower, so he would first go see Pei Yusheng's mother.
And so, Qian Ta took his leave, while Pei Kuang made his way to his harem.
He slowly entered a small manor within the harem.
At that moment... Hummm!
A faint, lingering melody rose. By the small pond in the manor, Pei Kuang saw a beautiful yet seemingly ordinary woman.
She was Pei Yusheng's mother, and her name was Little Civet.
She had no grand name to begin with, merely a lowly little maidservant.
After giving birth to Pei Yusheng, the servants had respectfully called her Madam Civet, but that was all.
Because a mere maidservant had borne him a son, the ladies of Pei Kuang's harem were naturally deeply dissatisfied. His many sons and daughters were equally unhappy, feeling as though anyone could rise to prominence.
After all, most of Pei Kuang's wives came from noble backgrounds.
And this youngest son she had borne seemed to possess no talent for martial cultivation at all, simply bringing shame upon the ruling family of the Thousand Kings Holy Tower.
To placate the ladies of the harem,