"Your Majesty! This is my son... Gan Ning! Young and ignorant, he arrogantly underestimated the heroes of the world. This old subject has failed to discipline him!"
At the Huan King's question, the Blue-Robed Dragon King, Gan Lan, rejoiced inwardly, but rose with a show of trepidation to beg forgiveness.
Though he appeared to be pleading guilty, Gan Lan's face held unconcealable pride. Clearly, he was exceedingly pleased with his son.
"Gan Ning..."
Jian Shang paused, carefully studying the youth as he softly murmured the name. A strange feeling stirred within him.
Was it really a coincidence? Or was this an inevitable product of Forging the Sacred Court's historical stages?!
The Gan Ning before him looked about thirteen or fourteen. His face was youthful, with thick brows and tiger-like eyes, and he possessed a heroic air along with a steadiness beyond his years. His cultivation was probably at the early innate realm. Presumably, Gan Lan had brought him into the army only after he broke through to the innate realm, chiefly to give him experience!
Thinking back to Zhao Yun, he should now have been eight or nine. And Tian Feng was currently in his twenties...
Could Forging the Sacred Court's next historical stage be the late Han and the Three Kingdoms?!
On further thought, that seemed unlikely. After all, Liu Bang and Xiang Yu were still around, and even Qin Shi Huang had returned with imperial might. How would the heroes of the late Han have any chance to rise!
These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Gan Lan was watching him with joy and anticipation, so Jian Shang thought no further and quickly smiled, nodding in praise:
"A tiger father does not sire a dog son! A young hero indeed. He already has the bearing of