“Either way.” Li Qiye sat by the edge of the cliff with his hands as support while swinging his feet, enjoying the clouds beneath.

Wind God glared at him, thinking that Lucidity was such a great and invincible man yet his child was anything but. This might be a stain in Lucidity’s otherwise perfect life.

“What is your cultivation, and what merit laws are you learning?” He asked, still distant.

“The thirteenth level, and as for merit laws? Whichever ones, cultivation is too easy so no need to be picky.” Li Qiye casually answered.

Wind God almost vomited blood at this shameless brag. This brat was clearly as weak as can be, not any different from newly-admitted cultivators.

“There is no such thing as the thirteenth level!” Wind God coldly responded.

“Oh, then the third level then, it’s just that thirteenth level sounds much...