Chen Dacheng's expression turned serious upon hearing the words, and he said in a solemn tone: "The once-a-century Moonlight Gathering is about to be held! This time, I managed to obtain a spot from our ancestors."
"Moonlight Gathering?!" Zhao Sheng's heart skipped a beat, his expression filled with surprise.
"That's right! I understand my limitations, and reaching the late-stage Golden Core was the best I could do. Without some extraordinary luck, there is no hope of touching the threshold of the Nascent Soul Realm in this lifetime. After much deliberation, I have decided to risk it all," Chen Dacheng said, determined.
"But—"
Zhao Sheng's words were cut off by Chen Dacheng's response: "Xi'er, you don't need to persuade me! My mind is made up, and our ancestors support my decision."
"Moonlight Cave Heaven is extremely dangerous; less than one in ten emerge alive. Father, you..."
