"..."
The couple stared speechlessly up at Heaven.
Had they not known Flood Great Shaman's character, known he would never use words to take advantage of them like this, that ready-made cheap shot alone would have made either Zuo Changlu or Wu Yuting turn hostile on the spot, set Nanbei aside, and start beating things up!
Could this fellow who had fought them tooth and nail for all these years really be such a blockhead?!
They said blockheads had produced great masters since ancient times. It seemed there was some truth to that saying...
Zuo Changlu coughed. "So he handled those hammers fairly well?"
"More than well!"
Flood Great Shaman raised a thumb. "At his age and cultivation level, I might not have had even thirty percent of his fighting strength."
After a moment's thought, he said, "Twenty percent at most. And in terms of endurance, not even twenty percent."
He sighed in admiration. "Without my personal instruction, and with you skulking about like a mouse in front of your own son... for our son to reach this level through his own exploration really is a wealth of surprises far beyond my highest expectations!"
Flood Great Shaman sighed. "Having a son like this fills me with pride!"
Wu Yuting snorted, finally unable to hold back her retort. "Stop right there. Quit saying 'our son' every other breath. He's my son. You're only his godfather. Besides, we're still enemies by allegiance. What have you got to feel proud about!?"
Flood Great Shaman said mildly, "What does being enemies matter? Even if I die at our son's hands someday, he'll still be my godson and my Dharma Lineage Heir! Is there anything wrong with that?"
Zuo Changlu snorted. "Pah, you wish! You actually want to die at your godson's hands... aren't you