"Bullshit! I simply didn't want to bully you youngsters, so I went easy on you."
Hearing the jokes from behind him, Bai Shoudao turned around with a laughing curse, revealing a black-and-red scar that ran all the way from his neck to his waist.
Countless Nanorobots worked along the wound, gradually repairing the injury that had nearly cleaved him in two.
Looking at the wound on Bai Shoudao's chest, everyone unconsciously tightened their grip on their fishing rods.
After several seconds of silence, a Golden Core True Person beside him, whose temples were graying, could not help speaking.
"Brother Bai, you should use your military merits to return to the Ancestor Star."
"Yes, Brother Bai. Although the Clear Dew Talisman Nanorobots are repairing your injury, another battle would certainly cost you some of your lifespan."
"That's right. With us here holding the line, it'll be enough."
Seeing the concerned gazes of these juniors around him, even the oldest of whom was nearly two hundred years younger than he was, Bai Shoudao laughed heartily.
"Without my experience, who knows how many of you little fellows we'd have sent off by now?"
"Besides, I'm saving these military merits for that little fellow in my White Household."
"With his aptitude, he's probably preparing to break through to Golden Core by now. How could he grow quickly if I didn't prepare more resources for him?"
Seeing the pride overflowing from Bai Shoudao's eyes and words, the Golden Core cultivators could only shake their heads helplessly.
Yet they had nothing to say. Ever since watching that video of a Foundation Establishment middle-stage cultivator slaying a Golden Core cultivator against the odds, they had to admit that Brother Bai's junior, Bai Yi, was worth such an investment.
If a prodigy like that appeared in their own