"Wang Dong, what do you think of Li Lezi, the one you love?" Tang San asked.
Tang Wutong lowered her gaze. "Please enlighten me, Father."
Tang San had never intended to raise his daughter to amount to much. It would be enough for her to marry someday and keep her husband in line. She didn't need any other ambitions.
Seeing how readily his daughter understood, sparing him plenty of effort persuading her, he was very pleased. He voiced what he truly thought: "At seventeen, he's already reached level seventy. He has two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings and the top-grade Golden Horned Beast Martial Soul. His actual strength rivals a Soul Douluo's, if not a Titled Douluo's. He's already surpassed my expectations.
"A genius like this must be kept in our hands. We absolutely cannot let outsiders benefit from him. For the sake of my ten-thousand-year plan and your lifelong happiness, you must act at once. Otherwise, even a second's delay could let someone else get to him first."
Tang Wutong thought her father made a lot of sense. He had taken her into consideration, and she shared similar thoughts, but she didn't know how to act, given her lack of both wit and emotional intelligence.
Beloved by all the gods in the Divine Realm and raised in a jar of honey, she wasn't good at scheming. She was simply a spoiled little princess. She could only depend on her father as a guiding lamp and follow wherever he led, obeying his every word. She had no independent personality.
She put on a look of rapt attention. "Just tell me, Father. For the Tang family, I'm willing to do anything!"
"That's my good daughter." Tang San was even more pleased and got straight to the point. "Make Li Lezi your