Feng Qingluan took in every detail of the expression on Wang Long's face. Her brows knotted at once, and her expression darkened.
My grandson has gone to all this trouble to cultivate you, and my wife personally went out to hunt a Soul Beast for you. And yet here you are, wearing that unwilling look!
Though they were all descendants of the Worshippers, Feng Baiyu's status was worlds apart from theirs. As the only son of the Feng Family's main line, among all the descendants of the seven elders in the Worship Hall, his status was second only to Qian Renxue's.
Even the most favored child in Second Worship's family could barely claim to be his equal. And that was only in terms of status; in talent and future achievements, the child was nowhere near Feng Baiyu.
The other Worshippers all had wives and concubines by the dozen and sons and grandsons filling their halls. They cast their nets wide, hoping luck would grant them an exceptionally talented descendant.
Wang Long was one of Qian Jun's many children, and not a particularly favored one at that. If Feng Baiyu, the young lord, hadn't taken him under his wing, he'd have been lucky to even reach the threshold of Soul Douluo in this lifetime. He'd have had to thank his ancestors and burn incense at their graves!
And just now, Feng Qingluan had actually taken a dislike to that Soft Bone Rabbit!
Feng Baiyu saw his grandfather's expression and stepped forward to stand before Wang Long, a gentle smile still on his face. "What, you don't like this Soul Beast? I think it's rather ordinary too. Let's keep it as a backup for now and swap it out if we find something more suitable."
"Thank you, young lord!" Wang Long hurriedly