All I did was call you Mistress, wasn't it?
Kun Peng Son kept his grumbling to himself. He dared not voice it, afraid he would be beaten to death.
Although he had finally made something of himself over the years and entered the True Immortal realm, his mother still belittled him. She felt he was a disgrace to Jiang Ming's bloodline and hardly seemed like a child of hers, the Female Kun Peng.
In short, she called him a good-for-nothing.
Kun Peng Son knew why, too. Nothing was more terrifying than the air suddenly falling silent-or being compared with someone else's child.
Shi Hao was far younger than he was, yet Shi Hao was already attempting to break through to Immortal King.
And there was someone else.
That aunt of his, the Ancient Female Double Pupils, was also his junior, yet she was now a True Immortal as well.
As the saying went, there was no need to fear failing to recognize quality-only putting goods side by side.
Under those comparisons, Kun Peng Son had suffered grievously.
Then there was Meng Tianzheng. In theory, both he and Meng Tianzheng had been born at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era.
Meng Tianzheng was already a Quasi-Immortal King. And what about Kun Peng Son?
That was why Kun Peng Son always felt as though he might not be Jiang Ming's biological son.
Only in the past hundred years had Kun Peng Son sensed something awakening in his blood. In fact, his progress had become meteoric, and every aspect of him was transforming. Even during secluded cultivation, he could hear the sounds of Dao enlightenment.
In just a hundred years, he had advanced from early True Immortal to the True Immortal Perfection realm.
Now, he understood that he truly seemed to be