Golden Crocodile Douluo's Progress in Internal Martial Arts, a Call to Qian Daoliu

"Your Highness, snap out of it."

Tang Shan's voice pulled Xue Qinghe from her tangled thoughts, and calm returned to her eyes.

"Dugu Bo wasn't bad. That final bow alone made this whole morning worthwhile."

Tang Shan stretched and let out a long breath.

"What should I do next?"

Once Xue Qinghe had composed herself, she asked for Tang Shan's advice.

"Hold your position. As Crown Prince, you have the greatest advantage right now. There's no need to rush.

"His Majesty will announce his choice of Crown Prince within a few years at most. Stability matters above all else until then. Unless something changes with the Second Prince or Third Prince and seriously affects you, keeping a low profile and remaining steady is your best move."

"All right. I'll listen to you."

The two disappeared into the depths of the Prince's Residence, their shadows gradually merging beneath the sunlight.

"Heh. That Little Poison has some sense after all."

Beneath the great banyan tree, Golden Crocodile Douluo picked up his reclining chair with one hand and glanced toward the Prince's Residence before turning away. He paid no mind to Xue Qinghe asking Tang Shan for advice. At heart, the so-called grand plan for Heaven Dou was merely a way for the old men of the Worship Hall to fulfill Xue Qinghe's wish. They were hardly invested in it. Whether it succeeded or failed meant little to them.

"Grandpa Golden Crocodile, you've got a solid foundation. It probably won't take you long to reach Bright Force."

At the Training Ground, Golden Crocodile Douluo's withered frame burst with astonishing vitality. His limbs twisted and turned like an ancient giant crocodile churning the seas, every swing of his arms and shift of his waist carrying the ferocious presence of a primordial Ferocious Beast.

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