Meanwhile, at the Holy Son Palace of Spirit Hall.
In the days since his return, Jiang Qingyu had not gone to the Papal Palace, leaving Bibi Dong and Jiang Liuyue to share the fruits of their efforts.
He had returned to the Holy Son Palace, where several Soul Tool blueprints lay spread across his desk, with a pile of new medicinal formulas submitted by the Pill Hall beside them.
He was planning to set out for the Sun Moon Empire soon. Its Soul Tool Technology was several times more advanced than that of the continent. If he could bring back its core techniques, Spirit Hall's Soul Tools could rise to another level.
The palace door was gently pushed open, and Jiang Lingtian poked his head in before walking inside, his little hands tucked behind his back. He looked as though he had something to say.
Jiang Qingyu put down his pen and looked up at him.
"What is it? Something you want to discuss with Dad?"
Jiang Lingtian stopped in front of the desk and took a deep breath, as though he had made a momentous decision.
"Dad, I want to establish a faction of my own."
A little surprised, Jiang Qingyu raised an eyebrow at his son, who was only six.
It had only been a few days since the boy had awakened his martial soul, and he had absorbed just one Soul Ring, yet he was already thinking about founding a faction. He certainly looked further ahead than other children his age.
Intrigued, he asked, "Oh? What sort of faction?"
"The Tang Sect," Jiang Lingtian blurted out, his eyes sparkling. "I want to establish a sect called the Tang Sect."
At those words, the pen in Jiang Qingyu's hand broke with a snap against the blueprint.
His body