Being able to create a small heaven and earth out of thin air was a Divine Ability beyond Wu Siping's imagination. Never mind that he was already dead—even if he had been alive, learning such a secret would have told him it was no trivial matter.
"A person capable of opening up a minor world could probably found a sect and become a patriarch even in the cultivation world. Yet he went to serve as a chancellor in a mortal dynasty. There must be some hidden secret behind this!"
Still, Wu Siping was an open-minded man. Before long, he remembered that he was already dead.
"But when all is said and done, I'm already a dead man. What does any of this have to do with me? Besides, this man is my son's teacher. The more formidable he is, the brighter my son's future will be, won't it? Maybe my son will become a patriarch in his own right someday, giving my old Wu family a big, fat boy every year. Wouldn't the Wu family flourish then?"
The more he thought about it, the more excited Wu Siping became. His gaze at Qiu Yan filled with blazing fervor.
Qiu Yan showed no reaction under Wu Siping's stare and merely said, "Marshal Wu and I may be said to share a connection. Since I have taken Wu Meng as my disciple, by seniority, I should address Marshal Wu as an equal."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare." Though Wu Siping was a man unconcerned with trifles, he knew when to advance and retreat. He quickly waved his hands. "I wouldn't dare take advantage of you, Marquis of Pacifying the Realm. That boy of mine being able to take you as his master is his good fortune. To be honest, even I