After they had walked some distance, the middle-aged woman finally could not resist asking in a low voice:
"Lu... did our son really do this?"
The man paused, but his face took on an expression as though it were only natural.
"Of course!"
"Among Lower-Order Gods, those who follow the Corpse Cultivation path are pitifully rare. Aside from that boy, can you name anyone else who might have such reserves in his Divine Kingdom?"
At this point, the pride on the man's face could no longer be concealed.
How did he look anything like someone worried that his son might be taken away for investigation by the Federation's Supreme Artificial Lifeform?
He looked just like an old father whose son, who usually only scraped a passing grade, had suddenly brought home full marks.
"That's true..."
The middle-aged woman gradually came around as well.
"I never imagined that boy had kept so much hidden all these centuries."
"Whenever the holidays came around, he was always crying poverty in front of us."
"When it came to asking for red envelopes, he was more eager than any of his brothers."
"That little brat. To think he really fooled me, his own mother, for so many years with that simple, honest look of his."
As she spoke, a smile gradually appeared on her face too.
"All right."
The man waved his hand.
"You should be happy that our son has amounted to something."
"Though he was only rated a Human Prodigy, the strength and reserves he's displayed in this Divine Kingdom War make him no less valuable than a Peerless Monster."
"As his parents, we should naturally give him more support."
He considered it for a moment.
"Once this matter is over, let's transfer our shares in that startup in Primordial City to Mingshi."