Back in reality, Yang Fan put on his virtual helmet again.
Gu Family Clan Grounds.
"Your son greets Father." Yang Fan bowed respectfully.
Gu Xuanting looked at Yang Fan, his eyes brimming with satisfaction.
"To have grown to this point in such a short time."
"Truly cause for celebration."
Yang Fan said earnestly, "It was all thanks to Father's guidance."
"Without the Gu Family's investment, even with another ten years, I might not have reached where I am today."
This was not false modesty.
In the development of a Divine Kingdom, talent was important, but resources were even more important.
Had he not relied on the Gu Family and possessed wealth that even Mid-Order Gods envied during the demigod stage,
his Divine Kingdom could never have grown so outrageously.
Sometimes, Yang Fan had to admit it as well.
Without talent, he could not have escaped his family of origin.
Without living off a woman, he could not have advanced this quickly.
Talent let him see the mountaintop; living off a woman sent the elevator straight up.
Gu Xuanting could not help but laugh. "You're quite honest."
After saying that, Gu Xuanting rose and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, signaling for him to sit.
Once Yang Fan was seated, Gu Xuanting's expression gradually turned serious.
"On the Primordial Battlefield, you were only ranked ninety-ninth."
"But you are only a sophomore, after all. It is inevitable that you may be targeted by the Alien Race."
Hearing this, Yang Fan's expression also became grave.
He recalled what Sima Pang had once said.
There had once been Foreign-Race Gods who forcibly breached the rules and attacked Peerless Monsters of the Human Race—and succeeded.
Yang Fan was confident that he feared no demigod.
But if a true god made a move...
He was not