"Uh, how long has it been?"
Wang Wu finally managed to change the topic before Qingxue lost her temper, but the truth was, the elderly woman did want grandchildren.
"Fifty years." Qingxue quickly calmed down, but unusually, she stepped forward to straighten Wang Wu's collar, her expression calm and composed.
Wang Wu was stunned, almost overlooking this gentle, water-like gesture.
Fifty years, to him, felt like only a few days had passed.
What about Yu Sheng's private vendetta duel?
He still hadn't dealt with those three hundred Three Calamities Long Sails.
"Like I told you, you needn't worry about other matters. Since my master emerged from seclusion, those demons and clowns have immediately quieted down, not to mention that Yu Sheng, who never appeared from start to finish."
"Besides, congratulations are in order. You've achieved Minor Dao Perfection."
"What? But I don't feel anything!"
Wang Wu was a bit dazed. What was the standard for Minor Dao Perfection?
