During the same period.
Divine Martial World.
Ultra-Long-Distance Base No. 1 by the Cloudsky Tianhe.
Wang Baosheng, the acting head of the Wang Clan, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing down at the endlessly surging energy tides of the Cloudsky Tianhe. His brows alternately furrowed and relaxed, as though he were pondering the clan's future.
Unlike Clan Head Shouzhe, whose plans were grand and sweeping, nor like Clan Head Zong'an, who personally attended to every detail and kept everything in perfect order, Wang Baosheng had always been a rigorous idealist who could not tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes.
As the clan grew ever larger and stronger, quite a few problems had gradually surfaced.
The Wang Clan was certainly brimming with talent, and there was no shortage of people with ideals and ambitions. Yet, with the clan's towering tree at their backs, there were also many who refused to forge ahead and muddled through their days in a daze.
For instance, his biological son, Wang Youyue.
At the thought of Wang Youyue, Wang Baosheng turned around and shot him a fierce, disdainful glare.
Wang Youyue, hovering stiffly not far behind him, was utterly baffled by his father's glare. He felt both aggrieved and helpless.
He had obviously been working very hard lately, yet his father still found him displeasing no matter which way he looked.
Bearing that grievance, Wang Youyue irritably glared at his son Wang Yinxuan, who stood behind him looking like a handsome, refined young gentleman.
That look seemed to demand: Had this little bastard made another mistake lately, angering his grandfather and dragging him down with it?
Wang Yinxuan was left staring in stunned confusion. Both speechless and somewhat aggrieved, he sent his father a voice transmission. "Dad, Grandpa praised me just