"Haha, I always said my son was a genius."
Zhao Jincheng was the first to react, and he was overjoyed.
No wonder his son became a deputy regimental commander right after joining the army. It was because he was already a Grandmaster.
Although he didn't practice Martial Arts himself, the recent intensive training at his workplace had taught him exactly what a Grandmaster signified in the world of the Martial Dao.
At this thought, his posture straightened, and he seemed to stand a little taller.
"Son, I don't care if you're a Grandmaster or not. I just want you to be safe!"
Xue Wenhui squeezed her son's hand, still worried about his military service.
She'd heard many people had died.
Grandmaster or not, bullets and shells don't discriminate. That was what truly worried her.
Zhao Rui sighed. 'Forget it,' he thought. 'Looks like a show of force is useless here.'
He lowered his head and began to comfort her in a soft, gentle voice.
