When Gu Beiwu asked that question without any warning.
Gu Chenfeng, whose face was flushed from drinking and who seemed drunk and muddled.
His pupils contracted slightly, his scalp prickled, and even his toes curled.
Could the old man have discovered that I'm a transmigrator? Surely not!
Gu Chenfeng was terribly uneasy inside, but outwardly he muttered.
"Grandpa... you're drunk. What nonsense are you talking about?
If I'm not your grandson, could I be someone impersonating him? Even if I were an impostor, could I escape your discerning eyes?"
"Hmm...?"
Gu Beiwu paused slightly, then slapped Gu Chenfeng hard on the shoulder with his large hand and burst out laughing.
"Hahaha... you little brat, your disguise really was impressive. Even your grandpa was fooled by that wastrel act of yours.
If I hadn't sensed that there was nothing abnormal about your aura, bloodline, or soul.
I would have suspected that some old fellow's soul had taken over your body."
Hearing this, Gu Chenfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and laughed along.
"Hehe... you're joking, Grandpa. Before, didn't the Gu Lineage have you holding everything up?
Your grandson was perfectly content being a third-generation wastrel, eating his fill and waiting to die.
Once you went into seclusion, all those demons and monsters came crawling out. Naturally, your grandson had to work a little harder to protect himself."
Gu Beiwu cast Gu Chenfeng a sidelong glance.
"This is hardly ordinary progress.
Not only has your physique reached the Warrior Realm, but your Spiritual Power has transformed and formed Divine Sense.
Even your Source Qi cultivation seems to have broken through to the Source Sea Realm. You're cultivating both internally and externally.
I heard that during my seclusion, you even composed several poems, became famous throughout the Imperial Capital, and earned the