The three children looked at Tan Shaoting, "Dad, we were thinking of getting some exercise."
"Sure, as long as there's an opportunity, you may do so."
Tan Shaoting understood his children as he himself was once like them, spending days in the monotonous practice of swordsmanship, always thinking he was quite good, eager to compete with others to prove his abilities.
Or finding someone to spar with, through which he could discover his own shortcomings.
The father and his three children were somewhat pressed for time. They were worried about being delayed on the road and missing the auction.
"Dad, do you think following them like this just out of suspicion is really a good idea?" Qi Wen asked helplessly.
Tan Shaoting understood the meaning behind his daughter's words.
"Nowadays, cultivation resources are scarce, and everyone is driven by interests."
"Dad, I won't be like this in the future."
Tan Shaoting nodded, as this was the bottom line for him and his children.
