Jun Zhantian understood at once. His father wanted to tell him that the opponents he encountered on his future path of cultivation would not necessarily fight fair.
He must not underestimate those who were weak. The weaker they were, the more vicious their dirty tricks became.
Jun Wuhui turned around, fixed his gaze on his son, and said, "Exactly. So how do you intend to deal with them?"
Jun Zhantian smiled proudly. "Before absolute strength, all schemes and tricks are futile. Father, you need only await the good news."
Jun Wuhui nodded slightly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his eyes.
This son of his had finally lived up to his expectations.
The way he shows off is just like his old man. That's my boy, all right.
Jun Zhantian actually had a good grasp of things, while Jun Wuhui had traveled all over the world and naturally knew how different people could be.
In the Eastern Region of the Heavenly Strategy Dynasty, his son had been protected by his lineage and sects. No one dared play dirty in front of him, and the cultivation sects of the Eastern Region were ancient institutions that cared about saving face.
Jun Zhantian was naturally on his guard when facing the Sea Clan and other foreign races.
Jun Wuhui feared that his son would one day face a knife in the back from his own people, which was why he had brought him here to gain experience.
The cultivators here might have lacked character, but their dirty tricks were truly vicious. Back then, even Jun Wuhui had nearly capsized in these waters despite his formidable strength.
Reading ten thousand books was no substitute for traveling ten thousand miles. There were many things Jun Zhantian needed to experience for himself.
Jun Wuhui even felt that