"Dad, aren't you a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist? How can you fight against Ninth-Grade?"
Upon hearing this, Su Yue was shocked.
Stepdad is trying to get Dad killed.
"I can break through, you know. I'm now Eighth-Grade, thanks to your Moon Nether Ghost Scripture.
"Besides, I'm just here to hold the fort and stall for time; it's no big deal. Anyway, Shenchu City is boring."
Su Qingfeng laughed.
"Keep grilling. The meat of this fatty chicken cooks quickly, about an hour is enough.
"After we finish eating, I'll take you back to Jiangwu.
"You rascal, you've done well, managing to snatch Mu Jingliang's daughter. That's something... When are you going to give me a big grandson?"
Su Qingfeng gave Su Yue's shoulder a heavy pat.
"I'm only a freshman, what's the rush?"
Su Yue's face darkened.
"Dad, I've got something important to tell you.
