Tu Xuanfeng strode forward releasing his might in the process, but a youth appeared beside him and spoke: "Father... stop dreaming already... you're... making embarrassed in front of my fiance..."
Tu Xuanfeng woke up from his selfish dream again as he coughed several tis: "This... ah, to think I've been suffering a lot these days..."
He looked at Mo Xie and spoke: "Apologies, due to my old friend suffering from an attack, I've been feeling a little agitated lately, hence, sotis, my temper will go up without noticing."
Mo Xie looked at Tu Xuanfeng and couldn't help but smile: "It's understandable, after all, you're cultivating an art heavily focusing on yang cultivation, hence, your composure tends to run wild."
"Since Tu patriarch is a divine origin ranked cultivator with no way of unleashing it, you wouldn't feel much about it, rather, you will rely feel so sort of irritating feeling."
"But if it's a Celestial phenonon ranked expert or below, they will be suffering from sothing similar to a burning fever, rendering even celestial phenonon ranked experts unable to move."
Hearing this, Tu Xuanfeng smiled: "You seed to be quite an expert in cultivation arts and technique?"
Mo Xie chuckled: "Not by much, but if I am to say that I am second, anyone that will claim they are first is stupid."
The two of them looked at each other before Ha Qiqi interjected: "This... shouldn't it be my mont?"
"For so reason, all of the illustrations are focused on you two..."
Tu Xuanfeng coughed a few tis before smiling at her: "Then, let's continue from where we left."
"Jianfeng, welco your fiance."
Jianfeng couldn't help but smile wryly at his father before walking towards Ha Qiqi: "My lady, I've heard so many great stories about you."
"Being the kindest goddess to being the public lecturer, I am blessed in having this chance to be wedded to such a lady. But if the lady sees as incompetent, I will willingly remove this arrangent imdiately." Tu Jianfeng cupped his fist respectfully with a slight bow.
Ha Qiqi smiled: "The ones you've heard about is not even a tenth of your reputation, as one of the most reputable and well-respected general of the Empire, even being the greatest expert of the younger generation, it's my blessing to have a partner such as you in my life. Of course, I accept."
Of course, this is also a basic courtesy between the two of them.
As the two of them finished their introduction, Tu Jianfeng extended his hand: "Can I?"
Ha Qiqi nodded her head, she took his hand: "Yes."
It's a loving sight, especially for those that know nothing of their circumstances, it will be so, but for those that know? hh.
Tu Jianfeng escorted her towards the two ladies: "Mother, grandmother, this is Ha Qiqi."
"Oh, what a lovely child." the mother spoke lovingly as she extended her hands to welco Ha Qiqi.
anwhile, back to Mo Xie and Tu Xianfeng, as soon as the two moved forward,
Tu Xianfeng spoke: "You've got so muscles behind that skinny body of yours, you're a special case, how high can your strength breach?"
Mo Xie chuckled: "Since you've helped , I'll reply honestly."
"Currently, I can fight on equal footing with a really great genius at Celestial Phenonon rank."
Tu Xianfeng's eyes widened: "Hmmp, then, what do you think of my son?"
Mo Xie chuckled: "Just a little above average."
Tu Xianfeng's brows bristled slightly as his eyes grew fierce: "You seed to be thinking of yourself highly."
Mo Xie chuckled again: "No, I know myself too well, that's why I can say things with absolute confidence, it may sound arrogant to others, but to , it's just facts."
Tu Xianfeng smiled: "Or just plain conceited."
Mo Xie shrugged his shoulder: "Whatever people believe, I tend not to care about them."
"Arrogant words." Tu Xianfeng said in a low tone.
"Facts." Mo Xie replied in calm.
Tu Xianfeng then smirked: "So, you an to tell that you can defeat my son? The titled greatest expert in the younger generation?"
Mo Xie nodded his head: "Although it'll be slightly troubleso, but it's doable."
"Arrogant indeed."
Mo Xie smirked: "Facts."
Tu Xianfeng then spoke: "Then, would you mind having a spar with my son?"
Mo Xie shook his head: "It's quite troubleso."
Tu Xianfeng smirked: "Then, treat it as repaying the favor I gave you earlier."
Mo Xie sighed, he hated owing others favor, he rolled his eyes: "I can repay you in so other way... like helping you resolve your minor traumas."
Tu Xianfeng chuckled: "Helping my son grow is of my greatest wish as a father, if there is a chance to wake him up from his delusion, then, I'd rather sacrifice my chance."
Mo Xie frowned: "You seed not that shocked to hear that I can treat your body's traumas."
Tu Xianfeng chuckled: "The first prince and that old bag Tou already told about how you cured the siblings."
"For that, although I'm having a hard ti believing it, I'm not quite shocked as I should be."
"And also, thank you for curing my grand niece and nephew, I owe you a favor for that."
Mo Xie chuckled: "Then, why don't we call it quits?"
Tu Xianfeng shook his head: "This and that are two different favors."
Mo Xie sighed, he rolled his eyes: "You're quite stubborn."
Tu Xianfeng smiled: "Unless you're my wife or my mother, you won't be able to change my mind."
Mo Xie pondered for a bit, before deciding to give up: "Then, what do you propose I do with this sparring?"
Tu Xianfeng smiled wryly as he looked at the back of his son: "My son... he had already lost his will to cultivate, his hot bloodedness had already cooled down."
"He was once a passionate child, cultivating every day, wanting to reach the peak."
"But then... he had cultivated too fast, soon, he had left his peers too far below him, and with that, he can only spar with his elders, there was no ti that he enjoyed it."
"And without a rival, he started to beco lazy, satisfied with his current strength."
Tu Xianfeng's eyes grew dim: "So... what do you think I should do... or what can you do?"
Mo Xie looked at Jianfeng and frowned: "Then, tell what should I do? What do you want to achieve?"
Tu Xianfeng smiled: "I just wish for him to return to his past self, he's too lonely for his own good."
Mo Xie sighed: "Troubleso."
Tu Xianfeng smiled: "Just consider it as a father's plea, not as the Tu Clan's patriarch."
Hearing this, sothing inside Mo Xie tinged, a prickle of so sort stabbed at his heart: "Tsk."
"I'll think of sothing for now."
Tu Xianfeng smiled as he let Mo Xie think.
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