Cloud Province, Prince Qi's Residence.
"Little Tiger, I saw your talent from the time you were small. Once you become a Nascent Soul lord, don't forget us old brothers."
From the courtyard came a hearty burst of laughter.
"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, when did you come back?"
Yuan An, who had been practicing, smiled toward the two burly middle-aged men in the courtyard.
They were Yuan Dingting's adopted sons, Yuan Xiong and Nie Siming.
Over the years.
Ever since Yuan Dingting had gone to the Outer Heavens, his adopted sons had either grown old or left. Now, not a single one remained.
Of course.
Yuan An understood that it was not because his father's adopted sons were heartless.
Rather, they understood that Yuan An's wings had fully grown. If he wished to sweep away the long-hidden ills within Prince Qi's Residence, these old men would only become obstacles if they stayed.
Since that was so.
Why remain at all?
Nie Siming and Yuan Xiong had been closest to Yuan An back then. In recent years, they had remained on the battlefields of Taihua Province and rarely met him.
Now that they had reunited, they were naturally especially affectionate.
Nie Siming slapped Yuan An's shoulder. "We couldn't stay in that place forever. Your Eighth Brother and I came back to catch our breath."
Though he spoke casually, inwardly he was astonished.
That slap had contained his full strength, yet Yuan An had not moved in the slightest.
Clearly.
Yuan An's current strength had already surpassed both of theirs. Perhaps he truly had hopes of achieving Nascent Soul.
Good lad, you've made something of yourself. As expected of our adoptive father's blood.
What did it mean when people said a tiger father had no dog sons?
This was exactly it.
With Yuan