Any notions Huang Ling had of persuading Michael to prioritize Alchemy over cultivation vanished in an instant. Forcing him to give up either pursuit would be an unforgivable mistake.
With another sigh, Huang Ling grew contemplative. "I never truly grasped the words of my father until now," he remarked, a smile gracing his lips. "The younger generation will surpass us all."
Michael began to feel a tinge of embarrassment under the weight of such praise. He coughed awkwardly, attempting to shift the conversation away from himself. "Ahem, Elder Brother, may I ask you a question?"
The older man smiled warmly. "Ask freely, Brother Feng. There are no forbidden topics between us."
Cautiously, Michael inquired, his gaze fixed on Huang Ling's expression, "Is your founding patriarch connected to the Human Alliance?"
