"You jest, husband. However overbearing I might be, I would never go that far."
Wen Jing turned to Yang Shichang with a faint smile. "Still, Father is right. The Xu Household has indeed prospered over the years. At the very least, it is no worse off than some Seventh-Rank Aristocratic Clans in the Commandery Seat.
Perhaps all it lacks to become a Sixth-Rank Clan is a deeper foundation in the martial way."
"As long as you understand. Don't stir up trouble. Remember, we came here seeking refuge."
"Rest assured, husband. Sister Ronghua just said that the Xu Household's rules are extremely strict. Even wandering about might get someone seized on the spot. With my third-rate martial skills, how would I dare cause trouble?"
"My brother-in-law was already at late Xiantian ten years ago. He should have become a Grandmaster by now," Yang Shichang murmured.
"Then his talent is somewhat better than Yang Shidao's. I heard he has been stuck at the Grandmaster bottleneck lately, unable to break through," Wen Jing said in surprise.
"Somewhat better? Far more than that," Yang Shichang said. "At the same cultivation level, my brother-in-law could beat him with one hand tied behind his back. He's a martial prodigy who could defeat someone at Xiantian perfection while only at late Xiantian."
"That really is remarkable." Wen Jing looked over, a little puzzled. "But why are you so excited, husband?"
"I almost thought you were talking about yourself."
"Does your heart itch unless you contradict me a couple of times?" Yang Shichang said helplessly.
Yang Ruifeng and Yang Ruiyao snickered beside them.
"You two can stop laughing too. I'll ask your cousins to give you a proper thrashing later, and then you'll understand how your father feels. Truly, if Heaven gave birth to Yu, why did it