His Excellency Yu Luomian Makes Up His Mind

Early morning.

Sunlight streamed through the eaves of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's residence.

Lin Chuan held a cup of hot tea in his hands, squinting as he gazed at the distant mountains.

Tang San stood beside him, having just finished his Purple Demon Eye cultivation for the day. A faint violet-gold gleam still lingered in his eyes.

The women gradually emerged from their respective rooms as well.

Xiao Wu yawned, her rabbit ears twitching back and forth. Clearly, she had not slept enough.

Lin Chuan set down his teacup and swept his gaze over everyone.

"Get ready. The day after tomorrow, we're going to the Star Dou Great Forest."

The courtyard instantly fell silent.

Tang San looked somewhat confused. "Big Brother, what did you say? The Star Dou Great Forest?"

Lin Chuan nodded.

"You've broken through to level seventy too?"

Tang Hao's voice came from the courtyard entrance, carrying a trace of undisguised shock.

He had just come over from the Thunder Pool.

Lin Chuan glanced at him and nodded slightly.

There was no boasting, no explanation—just a calm admission.

Tang Hao sucked in a sharp breath.

Level seventy. Soul Sage.

How old was this kid?

He thought of how little time had passed since Lin Chuan emerged from Slaughter City.

A little over a month?

Two months?

Lin Chuan had not entered the Thunder Pool or cultivated.

Tang Hao had thought Lin Chuan's cultivation had remained stagnant, thought his own son had finally caught up to him.

But now it seemed that it was not that Lin Chuan had made no progress—it was that his progress was so great, no one could even see it.

Tang Chen stood behind Tang Hao, a sharp glint flashing through his cloudy eyes.

He carefully sensed Lin Chuan's aura, only to