A Father-Son Conversation

Seeing the Sword Pavilion's young pavilion master looking at him with such eager anticipation, Xiao Yun sneered inwardly. You want me to guide you? Aren't you just courting death? Fine, this old man will grant your wish.

"Good child, we are fated. Since I will be staying at the Sword Pavilion for a few days, I might as well give you some guidance," Xiao Yun said.

The Sword Pavilion's young pavilion master was instantly overjoyed. He hurriedly poured more tea for Xiao Yun, acting like a total lackey.

Lei Zhan, seated beside them, was also rather pleased. With Xiao Yun's guidance, his son's advancement to the peak of the Great Saint realm was assured.

Perhaps he might even have a chance to advance to the Quasi-Emperor realm in the future.

"Little Lei Zhan, when do you plan to teach Jun Shentong a lesson?" Xiao Yun looked at Lei Zhan across from him and asked.

The Sword Pavilion's young pavilion master froze at those words and looked at his father in confusion. Teach Jun Shentong a lesson? The Jun Family had no enmity with their Sword Pavilion, so why would they go after him?

Lei Zhan ignored his son's puzzled expression and quickly said to Xiao Yun, "Senior, our Sword Pavilion was recently destroyed by a devil. We have only just rebuilt it, and I have been searching for that devil, so I have not rushed to teach Jun Shentong a lesson. But please rest assured, Senior. I can go to the Jun Family at any time."

Not only had Xiao Yun given him an Emperor Weapon, but he had now brought his son the true spirit of one of the Ten Strongest Divine Beasts and was even guiding him. If he still did not fulfill their agreement, that would be