"Ah? There are still ten more? Then my father isn't all that impressive."
The boy's face suddenly showed disappointment and dejection.
This appearance instantly made the old farmer laugh.
However, he did not offer any further explanation.
Within the Wanxiang Sect, there were over ten thousand inheritances, with disciples numbering in the hundreds of thousands.
Although not every one of them was a genius, most of them were the cream of the crop.
To remain within the top ten amongst so many outstanding individuals was unimaginably impressive.
Only a child, not understanding its significance, would think it mundane.
In the midst of conversation.
Above Wanfa Peak, the dark clouds slowly dissipated.
The previously gloomy sky gradually returned to brightness.
Bu Chan finally saw the figure at the peak.
Standing alone atop the mountain, he then slowly opened his mouth.
