Zhao Zongsheng was ecstatic.
It seemed he could already picture, at the Martial Arts tournament three months later, his father displaying his prowess, astonishing the audience, and becoming the object of universal admiration and reverence, with him, as his son, becoming the envy of countless people.
Heroic Mountain, Zhengyang Sect, Zhanfeng Pavilion... all the sects that have been defiant to the Zhao Family over the years would all bow down in submission!
At that time, how glorious will the Zhao Family be?
Under his father's leadership, how unprecedented heights will the Zhao Family reach again?
Just thinking about it, Zhao Zongsheng was already so exhilarated that he almost lost composure, eager to cheer.
Yet Zhao Xunjian looked at the flushed face of Zhao Zongsheng, who was sitting restlessly in excitement, and frowned: "How can you be so impatient. Where is your dignity?"
Zhao Zongsheng was taken aback and hurriedly regained his composure.
