As for the book in Xiaopang's hands...
Gao Cunfeng's plan was to find a suitable opportunity to throw it away.
And then replace it with a new one.
He needed to find someone to write a good one for his son.
After all, the kid had been working so hard lately, so it was worth a little extra effort.
Although there was no hope for him in the Sect, they were still counting on him to have many children.
This was also a major affair.
A higher cultivation would make childbirth easier.
He could have a few more.
"Have you made up your mind?" Gao Cunfeng asked softly, sitting on a nearby chair. "Will it be cultivation or marriage?
"You don't seem able to endure the hardships of cultivation.
"Our family is counting on you to carry on the family line. After all, your older brothers are all focused on cultivation and have no plans to marry."
"I want to cultivate," Xiaopang said seriously.
