In the Sect Master's study at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was poring over a volume on Soul Masters, his brows slightly furrowed-clearly still mulling over yesterday's conversation with Qian Daoliu, his mind heavy with worries.
"Father!"
The study door was pushed open in haste, and Ning Chen rushed inside with a grave expression, slightly breathless from hurrying all the way there.
His thoughts interrupted, Ning Fengzhi looked up at his son, a trace of impatience in his voice:
"What is it? Why all this fuss?"
He had never held particularly high hopes for this son-he had many children, and although many of his sons had inherited the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, their talents varied greatly.
Ning Chen was one of them: his innate soul power was rank five, and although his martial soul was also the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, it had always lacked refinement. He was unremarkable among his many brothers, let alone comparable to Ning Rongrong, who now possessed innate full soul power.
In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, it would be enough if Ning Chen became a competent support Soul Master and safeguarded a portion of the sect's foundations. He had never imagined his son would accomplish anything astonishing.
"Father, look at my martial soul!"
Ignoring the impatience in his father's voice, Ning Chen slowly summoned a lustrous, translucent pagoda projection above his palm, its radiance more concentrated than before.
Ning Fengzhi glanced at it casually, paying little attention at first. But the instant his gaze touched the pagoda, his brows drew together sharply, and displeasure crept into his voice:
"What? Is something wrong with your martial soul? Its aura does seem a little steadier, but that hardly warrants such panic."
He merely assumed Ning Chen had made some small progress