"You don't need to waste any more resources on me. Use all your Contribution Points for your own training! Your path is ten thousand times more important than mine!"
Listening to his father, Qin Feng fell silent.
He knew his father was telling the truth.
The Mental Power threshold was the greatest chasm on the path for any Fifth-level Martial Artist trying to reach the sixth level.
It wasn't like life force, which could be built up with resources and time.
It was a greater test of a person's talent, Will, and serendipity.
And his father no longer possessed the Martial Dao Will of his youth.
"I understand, Dad."
Qin Feng nodded, not pressing the issue.
"Oh, right, Dad. I'm competing in the Starry Sky Cup next month. Do you two want to watch?"
"Yes, we'll watch! Of course we'll watch!"
"..."
The two chatted for a while longer. Qin Feng noticed that although his father's words were still bold, the exhaustion etched into his features was impossible to hide.
