"Did our Ancestor really praise you like that?" Luo Zongqi eyed his beloved son suspiciously. He found it hard to believe.
Luo Tianlin thrust out his chest and raised his head, answering confidently, "Absolutely! The Purple Mansion Saintess was there, and so was Senior Donkey! Ask them if you don't believe me! The Ancestor even arranged a marriage for me, hoping I would tie the knot with the Saintess of the Purple Mansion Holy Land!
"Dad, have you settled things between me and the Purple Mansion Saintess? This was an imperial decree from the Ancestor. You can't pretend you didn't hear it!"
"With the Ancestor himself speaking, how could I refuse? But your reputation is rotten, brat. Everyone outside says you're a lump of mud that can't be plastered onto a wall. I brought lavish gifts to the Purple Mansion Holy Land, but forget meeting their Holy Lord-I couldn't even get through the gates!
"Has the Ancestor grown old and bleary-eyed? How could he think someone like you has Heavenly Emperor’s Potential? Forget becoming a Heavenly Emperor—even becoming a Great Emperor... hm, that's beyond your reach!" Luo Zongqi still couldn't believe his son had caught the Ancestor's discerning eye and earned such praise.
If this turned out to be some misunderstanding, wouldn't he have utterly disgraced himself by shamelessly going to the Purple Mansion Holy Land to propose a marriage, only to be turned away?
I was too impulsive! I wanted so badly for this unfilial son to truly become a hidden dragon. Otherwise, why would I have named him Luo Tianlin?
A son of the Qilin between heaven and earth!
Luo Tianlin said resentfully, "Dad, what do you mean by that? I'm your only flesh-and-blood son! And you actually don't believe me!"
Luo Zongqi gave him a cold look.