Gu Xuanting gently set down his teacup, his tone calm.
Yang Fan looked up at him, a flicker of thought passing through his eyes.
But before he could say anything, Gu Xuanting continued.
"You're my son-in-law."
"Naturally, I'll keep a closer eye on you in a place like the Frontline."
"You chose to stay at the Gu Family's villa rather than venture straight to the Frontline border. That pleased me."
"But you're still too young."
"With some things, you shouldn't take such big strides so quickly."
Gu Xuanting's voice gradually grew stern.
"You've been recruiting agents in droves at the Frontline lately."
"Every month, you destroy more than forty Divine Kingdoms belonging to demigods of the Alien Race."
"Do you realize how dangerous that is?"
By now, the smile had vanished from Gu Xuanting's face.
He stared intently at Yang Fan, as though trying to read something in the young man's expression.
Yang Fan paused, slightly taken aback.
"Father, what's wrong with that?"
"Have I signed contracts with so many subordinate gods that I've upset the other gods?"
At those words, Gu Xuanting actually laughed in exasperation.
"You brat."
"You usually seem so cautious and clever. How did you miss the point this time?"
"Do you have any idea how vast the human race's territory is?"
"The Frontline battlefield stretches endlessly, and there are too many demigods to count."
"Never mind signing contracts with a few dozen subordinate gods."
"Even if you signed with hundreds at once, no one would give you trouble over something like that."
"What worries me is the security of your Divine Kingdom coordinates!"
Gu Xuanting's voice was low.
"Don't farm military merits this way."
"Not only does it consume vast amounts of Divinity Points, but more importantly, once those subordinate gods are defeated and their