But Wang Shouzhe had to admit that Luoqiu was not only immensely talented—her will was also exceptionally firm.
Among the entire clan, she was the most diligent in cultivation. The boasts she had made as a child, she had always been steadfastly advancing toward.
On that point alone, even Wang Shouzhe secretly admired her.
Three moves?
Lady Bilian's eyes lit up. This little girl was quite good at boasting. Yet rather than getting angry, she was delighted and readily agreed. "Fine, three moves. I'd like to see just how capable you really are, little girl!"
If her Jianye won two consecutive battles, what else would Wang Ziteng have to say?
"Hold on!"
Just then.
A deep, powerful voice rang out. Beside the arena appeared two men, one old and one young.
The older of the two was a middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing. He strode with the gait of a dragon and tiger, hands clasped behind his back. At a glance, he was clearly a great figure long accustomed to high station.
The younger man was only a little over twenty.
He was quite handsome, but his gaze kept darting about, and he did not look particularly confident.
The moment those two appeared.
Lady Bilian blanked for a moment, then let out a coquettish laugh. "I was wondering who it was. So it's Liu Kangping of the Chuyun Liu Clan. What, are you taking your son to the Academy too? Unfortunately, that son of yours only has low-grade Ding-class aptitude. Even if he barely gets into the Academy, he'll only be muddling through his days without much of a future."
In truth, every aristocratic clan—even a Celestial Aristocratic Clan—would have some direct descendants with poor aptitude.
By pulling some strings and relying on a bit of face, they could still