"Xiaoyao is a good child—pure-hearted, grateful, and knowing how to repay kindness. How could Tian'er send such a fine child to his death?"
High above the plaza, deep within the vault of the sky, an old man and a middle-aged man stood side by side amid the clouds.
Upon closer inspection, the two bore an eighty-percent resemblance to Wang Tian.
They were none other than Wang Tian's father, Wang Dong, and grandfather, Wang Chenfeng.
"Mm. Tian'er was wrong this time. Xiaoyao has already reached the early True Immortal realm at such a young age, and he possesses a special physique as well. With proper cultivation, becoming a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal in the future would be no problem."
"He also knows how to repay kindness. In the future, he will be able to protect Tian'er."
Wang Chenfeng said with a gratified expression. His grandson was not completely worthless, after all; at the very least, he had befriended someone like Xiaoyao.
If they devoted all their efforts to nurturing him, becoming a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal was not impossible.
Moreover, this child was loyal to Wang Tian from the bottom of his heart. That way, even if something happened to them in the future, Wang Tian would have Xiaoyao to protect him.
"Save that child later. Even if we have to forfeit the Grand Competition, we must preserve his life."
Wang Chenfeng narrowed his eyes. Interfering in the clan head Grand Competition would bring extremely serious consequences, but he could no longer worry about that much.
Their Third Branch had no chance left anyway. They might as well bear the consequences and preserve the spark.
"I will."
Wang Dong nodded to himself. This was his son's greatest trump card for the future—how could he simply watch Li Xiaoyao die in battle