The Gao Residence.
Gao Cunfeng looked at his son's conspicuous dark circles and said with considerable heartache, "How about we stop cultivating?"
At first, he had thought this Cultivation Method was good and worth trying.
After all, the person who wrote it was already second among the Six Pavilions.
But two months had made him recognize one thing.
Cultivating was one thing; teaching others was another.
That second-ranked cultivator of the Six Pavilions was indeed formidable.
But he really could not teach. His teaching was a complete mess.
He used his own circumstances to guide others.
He never considered whether others could keep up. People were different from one another.
His son was a fool, too.
Did that man get such dark circles from cultivating? Did he grow thin?
Didn't his son think something was wrong when he cultivated himself into this state?
With how foolish he was,
how would he inherit the family business?
Little Fatty spoke as he cultivated. "Father, don't worry about me. Nothing will happen. Brother Jiang said that as long as I keep cultivating like this, I'll definitely reach the Qi Refining Fourth Layer before mid-August.
"I do have talent for cultivation.
"What if I'm a genius, too?
"Just one who was slow to catch on."
Gao Cunfeng opened his mouth, then sighed. "Tell me, is it possible that there's no such possibility?"
Little Fatty ignored him. He was going to cultivate, no matter what.
If they would not let him cultivate, he would not marry either.
If they kept going on about it, that just meant they feared he would reach the Qi Refining Fourth Layer and gain his freedom.
Gao Cunfeng was helpless about this, too.
There were plenty of people in the Gao Lineage, but very few could inherit the family business.