Graham and Long Huan had found a few friends during the many years they had taken part in the tournament. Some of them were Immortals, some Divinities. Alex greeted the group.
"So this is your son, huh?" one of them in a golden robe asked. "The way you kept saying that he was too busy to come over, I thought you were lying."
A few others laughed.
"He was genuinely busy," Graham said. "He's still busy, but he made time for his father."
"Not bad. Are you like your father too? A Body Cultivator?" another person asked.
"I—"
"Obviously not. He's got a better cultivation base than his father," a third person added. "You must've participated in the normal tournament."
"I didn't," Alex said, shaking his head. "I participated in the weapons tournament."
"Weapons?" The men grew curious.
"My son is a swordsman," Graham said. "He's quite a strong one too. Though I'm guessing there are going to be very strong weapon users this time around with the Gods and their people coming over."
