Although he was already middle-aged, Qin Wenxuan had always held his unfathomably powerful great-grandfather in awe. He had never felt this way, not even when facing his own father and grandfather. So, he hesitantly raised his head, glanced at Qinlingshan, who didn't seem angry, and asked meekly, "I thought... it wasn't important, because my son's strength is quite..."
"How is it not important! You little brat, why didn't you say so sooner? Have you ever thought about what it would mean if this were true?" Qinlingshan slammed his hand on the table in excitement. The sharp CRACK made Qin Wenxuan jump.
"What would it mean?" It wasn't that Qin Wenxuan was dense; he was simply startled by his great-grandfather's agitated state. In his memory, his great-grandfather, who hadn't meddled much in family affairs for the past few decades, had never shown such an expression. At least, Qin Wenxuan had never seen it.
