The golden light around Qian Xunji faltered, and the confidence he had painstakingly built was instantly doused by a bucket of cold water.
He whipped his head toward Qian Daoliu, his face full of indignation. "Father! Seven trials already signify outstanding aptitude! Among all Spirit Hall's successors throughout history, barely a handful awakened seven trials in their youth!"
Qian Daoliu snorted, his gaze contemptuous. "A mere seven trials are worth getting so smug about? When I was young, I awakened the Angel Eight Trials outright. Compared to me, you're as far apart as heaven and earth."
Rendered speechless, Qian Xunji looked at the seven divine halos around him. All his pride evaporated, leaving only helplessness.
No, no. I haven't lost yet.
Qian Xunji immediately protested, "I didn't awaken nine trials, but that doesn't mean my child won't awaken the Angel Nine Trials."
"With talent like yours? How would that be possible?"
Qian Daoliu scoffed.
"Won't we find out if I try?" Qian Xunji said. "Father, let's make a bet. If my child can inherit the Angel Nine Trials, you have to call me Dad!"
Disbelief covered Qian Daoliu's face.
Having seen Spirit Hall's angel inheritors across the generations, he knew full well the limits of bloodline talent.
Qian Xunji only had the aptitude for seven trials. His offspring's talent could never surpass Qian Daoliu's own.
"Fine, I accept."
Qian Daoliu snorted.
"I'd like to see what prodigiously gifted child someone of your aptitude can produce. If you fail, you'll keep your mouth shut in front of me forever."
Standing nearby, Su Mu froze.
He knew perfectly well that the future Qian Renxue would genuinely receive the Angel Nine Trials. She would be Spirit Hall's most perfect angel inheritor in ten thousand years, fully capable of fulfilling this wager.
Su Mu