Sheng Lingxin blinked in surprise at those words.
"I thought Haochen was exaggerating a little back then," Sheng Lingxin said, visibly unsettled.
Although he had not been there to watch the competition, Yue Chen's performance must have been extraordinary to earn the admiration of his grandfather, who had always been known for his harsh criticism.
"I'm still not sure how much stronger he's become since then, but if he hadn't given Haochen a chance to show what he could do, I imagine the match would have been decided in a single exchange." Saint Moon sighed as he spoke.
"What a pity. If that brat Long Haochen hadn't acted so quickly and completely bewitched our Cai'er..." Before Saint Moon could finish, however, Sheng Lingxin interrupted him in a panic.
"You really mustn't bring that up again." Sheng Lingxin smiled wryly. "Since we decided back then that we had to consider Cai'er's feelings, even if it meant changing our minds at the last minute, let's just pretend that never happened."
"Hmph! If I'd known, I would have skinned that brat Long Haochen alive." Saint Moon snorted in displeasure, but did not pursue the subject.
"It's just a shame our Assassin Temple doesn't have as many people as the others." Saint Moon sighed softly. "Otherwise..."
Sheng Lingxin: "..."
By this point, Sheng Lingxin could hardly fail to understand what his grandfather was implying.
"Grandfather, if there's nothing else, I'll head back." Sheng Lingxin had a nagging feeling that staying would only invite more discomfort, so he immediately prepared to make his escape.
"Go on, you good-for-nothing." Saint Moon waved a hand. "You and your wife should have put in more effort years ago and given our Sheng family another..." Before Saint Moon could finish grumbling, he discovered that his grandson had already vanished.