"You brat." Xiao Lin rubbed his forehead helplessly.
The boy had only been away for a year, yet he had already flitted from flower to flower and found himself several women.
"I understand. Just focus on your cultivation and strive to reach the Dou Zun Realm soon. The Clan Ancestor said at the elders' council that once you become a Dou Zun, he'll have you truly enter the tempering stage."
Xiao Lin waved a hand helplessly.
"I'll be going now."
With that, he followed the Golden Twelve Saints and disappeared into space.
"Xiao Lin, you have a fine grandson."
Only after they had flown far away did the elderly man in the lead look at Xiao Lin with a broad smile.
"Indeed, Xiao Lin, you really do have a fine grandson." The others among the Golden Twelve Saints also looked at Xiao Lin with envy.
A sixteen-year-old Three-Star Dou Zong with such powerful soul power-and, most importantly, someone the Clan Ancestor was personally grooming. Why couldn't they have a grandson like that?
Put another way, if they could enjoy opportunities like those, they wouldn't mind becoming Xiao Lin's grandson themselves.
"Ah, he's just a little rascal. Don't make too much of it."
Xiao Lin waved modestly, but his grin nearly reached his ears.
Seeing his smug, triumphant expression, the group of Dou Sheng couldn't help teasing him.
"You dare call His Highness the Emperor's Son a little rascal? You old rascal must have a death wish."
After the old men exchanged a few jokes, Xiao Lin finally stopped smiling and said, "Go on back ahead of me, brothers. I'm heading to the nearby Jia Ma Empire to visit an old acquaintance."
"Fair enough. It's not often we get to come out, so enjoy yourself. We'll find somewhere to unwind too."