The Perfect Heir Ran Away

Mu Ye walked out of the Spirit Pagoda, feeling that today's sunlight was exceptionally dazzling, so bright it made it hard for him to open his eyes, leaving his vision hazy.

"This is the real world!"

He sighed, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

Three seconds later, the call connected, and a vigorous voice came from the other end. "What? You failed?"

"I haven't even said anything. How did you know I failed?"

"Tch, don't I know you well enough? If you'd succeeded, you would've come straight to me to show off instead of calling. I told you long ago that the Spirit Pagoda wouldn't let him go—"

"No, the Spirit Pagoda let him go. He just rejected me."

"—My condolences. Also, you can ask me for comfort, but don't even think about Heaven-Forged Metal. I just finished a Heaven Forging order a few days ago, and I'm still weak."

"You really are frail. You can't even handle a little lightning tribulation. You're nowhere near the one from the War God Hall." Mu Ye's tone suddenly changed. "But I didn't call you for comfort. I have good news for you."

"What good news?" The voice on the other end became curious.

"Haven't you always been looking for an heir who could inherit your legacy?" Mu Ye said. "There's one right here at the Spirit Pagoda, and he perfectly meets every single one of your expectations."

"How perfect?" The voice on the other end sounded curious, but also somewhat doubtful.

"He's nine years old, a Soul Elder, has Spirit Abyss Realm spiritual power, is a Peak Fourth-Level Blacksmith, and doesn't even have a forging teacher. Is that perfect enough?"

After hearing Mu Ye's words, the person on the other end fell silent for a moment.

"Where are you now?"