Kun Ling had not fought in over ten years. Throughout those years, his strength had steadily improved, but he had never paid any attention to it.
The same was true of his dagger.
The imposing man before him nodded and did not dwell on those matters any further.
"I heard that dagger of yours is blood-red?"
Kun Ling nodded and raised his hand, and the blood-red dagger appeared in his grasp once more.
After examining the dagger closely, the imposing man nodded again.
"Go on. Your mother misses you."
With that, the imposing man closed his eyes, as though he did not care much about Kun Ling at all.
Kun Ling nodded and left.
He had long since grown accustomed to his father's attitude.
Once he was gone, every trace of stern majesty instantly vanished from the man's face.
"Hahaha! That's my boy, all right!"
"He formed his personal dagger so quickly, and it's even the legendary Bloodthirsty Dagger that no one has ever managed to form!"
"Oh, enough. At your age, you can't even keep up an act for a little while?"
Someone appeared behind him, a man who looked dazzlingly radiant.
Even though he had deliberately reined in his radiance, he still shone far more brightly than anyone else.
"Hahaha! I heard your son got beaten by him?"
The imposing man paid no attention whatsoever to what the other man had said.
"It was just a scuffle between children. Neither of them will take it to heart."
The radiant man's face was full of smiles.
But as he said those words, his smile grew somewhat stiff.
To be honest, he truly had never expected his son to lose.
He knew his son far too well and had far too much confidence in him.
He had never imagined that