Lin Zheng only now realized Lin Feng's cultivation level: his aura was deep and his essence blood was abundant—a level that only martial masters possess.
"This... this... is unbelievable! Even Lin Zihua, who communicated with the Eighth Grade Star, is only at the second layer of martial master level, while my son, Lin Feng, is hardly inferior to him and is already a martial master!"
Lin Zheng yearned to howl to the heavens. For so many days, he had been nursing a coiled fire in his chest, nearly bursting with it. The Great Elder took advantage of the situation to show him disdain, openly challenging him and constantly bringing out Lin Feng.
But now, what they thought to be his weakness no longer existed. Most importantly, his son Lin Feng was not some trash, but a genius!! How could he, as a father, not be comforted?
